<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Male_Asian_Hair.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Marquis Captain Alaric Whitecliff</span></span></strong>,<em>Human, 199cm, 86kg, green eyes and black hair</em><br/><strong>Current location</strong>: In flight<br/><strong>Current event</strong>: In flight<br/><strong>Current tags</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Alaric's reverie had been interrupted by Cavanaugh's sudden tour-guide performance.  He hadn't really been paying attention to what was outside, and he hadn't really noticed the battlefield.  Now that his attention was drawn to it, he considered the field briefly.<em>This battle wasn't terribly long ago, or the foxholes would have eroded away by now. Unless this world has particularly gentle weather patterns, I suppose.  Probably no more than a year, maybe two.</em>Finally roused from his silence, Alaric paged Cavanaugh. "Whatever happened to the bandits?" he asked. "I mean, you said that they lost and the houses banded together, but did that end up wiping out the command structure?"