A certain chill crossed the camp, but the hustle and bustle of soldiers did not cease. Everyone was busy, nervous and excited jitters hung in the air as many were eager to expand France’s daring conquests.

Marshal Lannes, a well-respected general stood by his tent. His face scrunched in concentration, as he absentmindedly tapped a paper in his hands, that of which contained possible maneuvers. He does not regard you.

“Here…No, there. And…” He swept his finger across the page.