“We can wait no longer,” King Romei repeated. “We march tomorrow. As the men continue to arrive, First Lord Regent, assign them to the supply chain.”
Oron Gartok nodded. “It shall be done as you have ordered, sire.”
“Captain Rocas,” the king continued, “we have roughly six-thousand men. We shall split them. That will leave you a garrison of three thousand to protect the city. Once the supply chain is fully manned, you can keep any stragglers.”
“That should be quite sufficient, my Lord,” Captain Rocas answered. “It is unlikely that the outer gate would be breached. It can be defended with a handful of men.”
“That may be true,” the king rejoined, “but you must plan for the unexpected. What would you need if the outer gate was breached?”
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