The knightly cavalry will attack the orc horde from the south.

The situation among the nobles, who are in the luxurious marching tent of Prince Jason, is far from "friendly"...

Irritated shouts, arguments, hubbub among the court dignitaries...

It seems that the contradictions between the supporters of different plans of action for the army are too great.

And this lack of unity entails delays and even the risk of defeat by the enemy forces.

It is obvious that only the will of the prince can put an end to the disputes...

"Enough! I have considered all the proposed plans of action and I have come to the conclusion that the most correct would be... Implementation of the idea of ​​sir Neil!" - the prince says loudly, looking around at all those gathered in the tent of the nobles.

"But, Your Highness, with all due respect, allow me to remind you that supplying the troops with supplies requires..." - Captain-Commander Richard Einkirsh begins to speak.

"Fucking crap! This bullshit idea is like some kind of stupid joke..." - swears indignantly sir Denric Tahlane

"Enough arguing! My decision is final. I hereby approve the tactical action plan proposed by sir Neil Kayburn for the disposition of tomorrow's battle! All knightly cavalry will strike the vile orcs from the south. Trying to cut off the enemy forces from Thicket's Road. Thus, our knights will give time for the majority of the plebs-refugees to flee to the east. It is our duty as representatives of the noble class. The royal power must protect all its subjects. Even the common filthy plebs." - Prince Jason loudly proclaims.

The arguing dies down.

Sir Neil Kayburn bows respectfully before the prince, kneeling on one knee.

He places his right palm on the place of his silver-colored cuirass, behind which is the heart.

"It is a great honor for me to serve such a noble and merciful suzerain! Your Highness! My sword and all my thoughts will henceforth strive to become worthy of serving your Crown! ! Your Highness, you are the true heir to the greatness of the noble heroes of ancient times!" - the enthusiastic voice of this young knight with short blond hair sounds sincere.

And his words contain an obvious hint that it is you who will be crowned as a monarch ...

Although, given the circumstances, this idea still seems premature ...

Jason gives specific orders to the commanders of the squads regarding the tactical plan of action of the troops during tomorrow's battle.

Soon the war council ends.

The commanders of the individual units of the army and court dignitaries leave the prince's luxurious tent.

Jason feels tired.

And something else...

As if a vague premonition of future events, which may not be at all as expected.

However, now the prince needs to rest before tomorrow's battle.

Jason goes to bed, trying to calm down and get rid of disturbing thoughts.