The Baron..

[Octiovus]

Sat at his desk, with one hand on his forehead. The Vesperian conflict was not going well for him. His town was still occupied by the huge force of orc's and an end to his woe's didn't seem to be in sight. His commander was off at officer's training in Britian, he scoffed and considered the possibility he had deserted him. Then, he rose slowly and looked out of the window of the barracks across the ocean, to distant lands. It was time to regroup. Time to regain his strength..

Cove had not yet begun to fight..