It wasn’t just the brownish-gray, buttfuck ugly storm cloud blotting the sun out, either; there was a big radius of freshly lit fires and ruined buildings extending outwards from where the King’s super-airship had docked. Now, despite appearances, your boys were a well-trained and restrained bunch that wouldn’t sack the city to this degree, not unless you ordered them to. His beasts, on the other hand, were traditionally-minded Viking-style loot-and-pillage types. Maybe if you were running a guerrilla op or a terror cell, that’d be a good thing. But right now? Your needs called for soldiers. And this was one tradition you could certainly live without.