You and Killian were sat in the war room, at camp on the border of the empire. Killian leaned over the table, inspecting the map below him as he sighed and frowned. Bickering with soldiers on how they should advance, he sat in his chair and folded his hands with a slight glare as announcement of their advance came through.

"General Killian, it's your call! Shall we advance?"

A soldier called as he came into the room, giving his best salute as he stood up straight.

"...very well, let the advance continue, however we will move within the hour. Men, get ready." He spoke sternly and slammed his spear against the ground