brennan sighed, running a hand through his brown-red hair. he stood in the strategy hall, looking over a map of navarre. the map contained markings of villages attacked by venin.

since the riders from basgiath arrived in aretia, he'd been tasked with teaching battle brief, but had no idea what to teach. well- he did, just didn't know how to make the facts make sense to a bunch of 20 year olds.