"If you need Your Lordship to come help you, you have failed, commander. What happens is up to you." Walter said and turned away.

"You do not take this seriously do you?" the commander had reached his breaking point as he turned to scold Walter. He was at least old enough to be Walter's father and had children much older than Walter, so he took the elderly stance.

"Why do you say so?" Walter paused blandly. He was right; he couldn't care less about the war.

"This may be a small conquest; these castles on the outskirts of Northern Lan, but they are important to the war. After we are done, we are to join the main force in the central battles." the commander said.

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"You must not understand at all how this war is going. Do you think soldiers will fight at the Northern Lan capital? This is not a regular war. There will probably be no battle at the centre. The Teel family have a force called the Jade hand. They will enter the capital and take control of it. Normal soldiers can not fight side-by-side with martial artists. Do not hope for too much glory." Walter said and started to walk away.

"Not glory, but pride; that is what we have. We will do what we can for the kingdom," he said.

"When you are done, you will stay a few short weeks. When the castles at the Northern Lan borders have surrendered, you will hand the castle to the second wave of soldiers then, I will send you and your men home." Walter said and the commander stiffened in anger. All his veins wished to pop out of his skin, as he stared at Walter's leaving back.