Karl walked past tents filled with his men, eventually making it to the front of the camp, and then at the top of a small hill, Karl would stop behind his Duke, who sat at a table eating his breakfast "Your Grace." Karl said, clearing his throat "The Army has made it past the river, pulling the artillery behind then. Karl's eyes wandered down to his Duke's rounded belly, he would then cough again and put his armored hand on the pommel of his sword "If I may say, me and the men have expressed or concern for your safety, considering your... gravid state." Karl stood straighter and walked just a little closer "I can only request you retire behind the ranks, Your Grace, so that you may be protected if anything goes wrong with our advancement."