Breakfast

The monks and priests, despite protests from you and your men, spare you all the food they can and prepare you breakfast. No point in letting food cooked in good will go to waste, so you and your men eat it. You all give the monks and priests your thanks.

"Sire," says Otto once everyone is done eating. "Yes, Otto?"

"Where are all the boys and young men? The men and I are wondering. Isn't this supposed to be where young boys and men are taught and mentored to become future men of the cloth? Surely you must have had 'brothers' while you were here."

"And why is the town abandoned, my King?" asks another man. The others mumble and murmur in agreement.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip. This was a subject you didn't want to touch but you suppose that it wouldn't be right to withhold such information from your own soldiers. But before you can say anything, Hermann calls out to you.

"My King! Grandnephew!" He hurriedly walks towards you, as fast as his old bones would let him. "May I ask if you and your men wish to depart now or later?"