Civilian? Rumelian? Saracen?

"What are you doing here?" The Sanjek is in dismay when he saw the noble man whom he appointed to be in charge of the supplies and logistics in the intersection of Dispilio around fifteen Roman miles away. The officer, who is still there panting, hastily kneeled down banging his head repeatedly on he ground until blood started sipping out of his forehead. "Your highness! Honourable Sanjek! The supply base in Dispilio has been lost!"

The Sanjek felt like a thunder has stricken him from the seven skies upon hearing this piece of blasphemy. "I built you people a fort up to three meters tall, and I left you one thousand and five hundred soldiers as guard and supervisors, and it is all the way behind the battlefield surrounded by difficult terrains that is impossible for large military movements to go through without getting spotted, how is it possible for Dispilio to be lost?"