Long table

The orc had no reason to deny a crime. Even though he wasn't guilty, there wasn't much he could fear, not even the young fella that commanded both armies. After the forced union of the French troops, only fraternity could sustain the sane atmosphere the camp was soaking in. There was not enough space for a conflict in between the higher ups, they tried to quieten the affair as best as they could but the soldier's curiosity let the matter pass through the safety net they attempted to install.

Henri and the eight colonels of the camp were having a meeting.

"We're sorry to not have brought up this matter earlier but we thought we were over it for good. This camp is cursed, there's someone or something bewitching our soldiers day and night, we're not able to fight against it, with colonel Auka's last exploit, it might be our first death caused by it." Anderson said, tapping his fingers on the long table.