<span style="font-style: italic">Tristan sighed. Business as usual, guarding the outpost, organising attacks against small  thievery groupings that were outside the city, causing trouble for the city's citizens. This was just another day on the job, nothing usually interesting happening, until his corporal, Stanley, had reported that Bane's Glory had attacked. Bane's Glory. His brother was here, and he wasn't ready. He'd asked Stan to use the troops to delay him, but it didn't seem to take effect immediately, as the group seemed to advance at a snail's pace towards the enemy. Hopefully he'd be delayed. Hopefully.</span>