"Thankyou, your Grace," he says.
"Parade... HALT!"
The Parade snaps to a halt. They stay frozen there as the Colonel invites you inside.
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The tent is somewhat gloomy, and absolutely enormous. It's not unlike Cannes' tent back on Poenae in terms of sheer volume of noise and business- but the difference here is the enormous operations table in the middle, where very hi-tech holographic displays of what appear to be battle plans and stragiies are being carried out, complete with success estimates and casualty projections. Dozens of operators are programming in new scenarios and contingencies. There is a continuous barrage of messages being brought in by couriers.
"Fourth Royal Fusiliers now disembarked and moving to staging area."
"3rd company of the 144th of Foot reports non-arrival of rations and entrenching tools."
"The 15th Household Dragoons require another 12 hours to convert adequate stabling capacity."
"Priority signal from Vhodes. Reports Artillery Train is still not underway."
"Engineering Corps reports work on redoubts and front line will be completed within three hours."
You are being led towards a group of officers at the head of the table. A little way beyond them, a small group of well-dressed, pale, and nervous looking people. Cassillians.