Florence
**House del Occatona**
**Roadside tavern**

The man running the tavern gave a shrug to Ollie "I'll see if anything is left after I water the dukes men " Before hurriedly returning to bringing the drinks to the assorted soldiers who were piling in. They mostly took the drinks into their waterskins and filtered back outside, dozens passed by as the hour wore on.
Meanwhile the grey mustached man who practically screamed 'senior commander of some right hardy bastards' sat down with four of his subordinates and poured over things with some liquid courage by their side.
"We only got word of Delago's men reaching the eastward border yesterday, we could expect a rider from him in the next few days." One of the men commented, he was the most lightly armed of them all with only a breastplate and a sword by his side to show for, but judging by the bindings and papers about him he must've filled the duty of a general scribe,
The commander replied "Delago can handle himself. We'll get the local baron to send his rabble to block off the outer limits of his land, they won't have anywhere to go but down to the stream crossing." He gestured with his hands inbetween a drink of mead.
"I wouldn't be so sure, these bandits are getting smarter, last two bands of them we managed to corner and eliminate really dragged us far back. If this fails we may need to pursue them into the woods."
The commander dismissed the concern "I wouldn't wory about that, they are still bandits and no matter where we fight them we'll come out on top."
Theresa
*Ollie Frost*
*Roadside Tavern, Southern Lessina*

 Grumbling a few curses at the tavernkeeper's response, Ollie reluctantly took a seat where one was free while waiting for his drink. The entire building had the stench of self-righteousness to him, causing a wrinkle on the bridge of his nose as it reacted by scrunching up a little bit. He had never been much of a fan of knights, or noblemen in general. To the common dandy, knights were chivalrous warriors who protected the innocent and fought evildoers. Ollie knew different, however, having a few run-ins with the armored noblemen in the past. Needless to say, his opinion on those in the tavern was not good. Regardless of this, he sat quietly and with no intention to disturb them. That was until he accidentally overheard them talking...

 Word of 'Delago' and his men proved little entertainment nor joy to him, assuming it was just another noble born who was leading troops, but when he got word of bandits he jolted out of his chair like a rearing horse. The wooden seat shot across the floor a few feet before abruptly halting, conveniently next to the grey mustached man no less. For a moment, Ollie couldn't formulate a sentence as adrenaline put him a small state of shock. Fortunately it faded a few moments after, allowing him to get a word out,

"Bandits?"
Florence
**House del Occatona**
**Roadside Tavern**

As soon as the excitable Ollie slid over to the table featuring the array of rugged soldiers their senses came to a snap. The manner in which he flew into the conversation left them startled and prompted the nearest two men to draw swords and lay their hands on Ollie with shouts of "Hey!" "Away!" And "Back!"
The scene was very startled and hurried and before Ollie could formulate much he had two armed men threatening him and several others springing up to jump.
When a great big clang rang through the air.
The commander smashed his now mostly empty mug of mead against the table with a shout of "Cease! Cease! Order! Stand down! Stand! Down!"