Jakob would be leaning against a wall, taking small sips from a bottle of grape juice he scavenged from a small winery. Unfermented, not even wine, just pure grape juice. He took a sip as he stared, looking at the petty bickering between French, British and Prussian infantry, the Prussian and British teaming up on the clearly outnumbered French.

“How petty…”

He mumbled, looking over at a nearby fire slowly dying out in a house. He was constantly on the lookout in case ‘Those damn cannibals came up.' He’d already lost a company’s worth of men due to them, he wasn’t planning to lose any more 'valuable assets' is what he deemed the soldiers.