He placed the cup of tea on the table, hurrying as he was that he spilt it and knocked the chair he was sitting to the ground. He ran toward his encampment, his troops rushing around the place, getting and equipping their weapons and armour.
"Men!" Frigs shouted, picking the attention of every single soldier. Some didn't even stop moving while hearing him talk.
"Gather in the entrance of the village in 2 minutes!" He said, and turned around.
"Yes, sir!" His soldiers responded and continued moving around.
When he stepped foot inside the village once again, the villagers and village elders have gathered in the village centre. One of the village elders he recognized approached him, "S-sir Ed-Edward. Wha-what must we d-do?"
Frigs stopped in front of the elder and looked at the crowd of villagers, searching for able-bodied men eager to fight. There were more than 100 men, both from the villagers or the townsmen that fled to the village.