"There won't be reinforcements." Aurelia said grimly, pointing back towards the plume of smoke to their east, "Silesia's major offensive into Alaquant forced most of our provinces to call reservists and institute a draft. Public support for aggressive warfare now? It's basically nonexistant. Even if we could muster anything, we'd be looking at green soldiers with minimal training, to say nothing of experience." Meanwhile, the pegasus knight pulled a small map from her belt-pouch, and unfolded it with a flick of her hand.<br/><br/>"If this isn't out of date, our closest regular detachment is one of Laplace's own, most likely with Count Alvis right now, just past fort Elche." She traces a line with her finger up the road west of the fort, back past Elche and into the vauge northwestern area. "Probably accompanied by the first royal aerial of Illestan, and the columns of our sundry allies somewhere beyond that... Given that our force is probably mostly infantry, if they don't know that their backfield is full of Alaquant regulars, we could be looking at something that doesn't just threaten our own survival."<br/><br/>"Case is, someone has to inform the main column they're at risk of being cut off between two sets of Alaquant forces<em>before</em>they get wiped out. That's most of our alliance, if they're defeated, we could lose the whole penninsula within the month."