Redore headed towards his own tent. His mind was filled with memories of the previous night. He shook his head. "I need to focus."
As he walked towards his own tent, he found himself lost in thought. Part of him wanted to go and check on the woman and at least get her name, but he knew that he had responsibilities to tend to.
With a heavy heart, he entered his tent and began gathering his gear. He knew that he needed to focus on the task at hand.
After he had gathered his gear, he left his tent and headed towards where his men were at. Among their current army, they were the best riders there is.
The Albernans also assembled a cavalry of their own but lack skills and experience. Compared to the riders under the viscount, the Albernans were complete rookies.
Redore had always been proud of his men and their abilities, and he knew that they were ready for any challenge that lay ahead of them. They have been with him for years.