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Harold Burned-Mane wrote: (@Helios: Ah, right. That is why she is a Lady, understood.

@Zoor: What?)

King Roberto headed just outside the fort, where his army had started making their camp. "We will stay here the next day and continue our march into Northpoint the day after."

Roland nodded. "My King, while we rest up here, it might be time to question Emeric's son."

"I suppose you are right, Duke Roland." He looked over his shoulder at Cirges. "Send one of your Knights to request access to the fort's dungeons from Doraleous. It will be better to question the prisoner there."

"Aye, your grace." The Knight-Captain said and left to relay the order.

The nobles each headed to their own tents. King Roberto, however, went to his mother's. He flipped open the flap. "Mother, I have good news for you."

"What is it my son?" Callie asked.

"You will get to sleep in a real bed, I have arranged for you to stay at the fort's guest chambers." Rob replied.

Callie smiled. ''He is in the middle of a war and still finds the time to care for his mother. We raised a fine man, Edgar. ''"I will pack my things and head there at once, thanks. This cot was starting to make my aging back ache."

"You aren't that old yet, mother. You're a young 42." Rob replied with a smile on his face. "You barely have any grey in your hair."

Callie chuckled, then changed the subject. "It will be good to see my brother and father again. It has been some years since I have visited Old Gate."

Roberto nodded. "I haven't seen grandfather since I was little. It will be good to see him...though it will also be hard, because of his condition."

"My father is frail from the sickness, in his last letter, it was said he couldn't even get out of bed anymore without help." Callie said. "I hope to never end up like that when I am older."

"Gods willing, you never will." Rob said. They were silent for a bit, before Rob decided to leave. "I will fetch someone to help you with your things." (who will be questioning him?)