"George, find a campsite and set up the tents. I'll join you later!" Giroud ordered, and his men obeyed.
Slowly, the cavalry rode off, guided by the deputy captain, George. He nodded and pushed his horse forward to find the right spot to pitch the tents.
Gideon and Giroud stood in the village main street. Their attention shifted when a fat man walked up. He was the captain who had been on duty in Jurgan Village under Commander Ashfield's orders.
"Hudor?" Giroud exclaimed.
"Oh, so it's you, Giroud."
They met and shook hands. They were acquaintances, not close friends, but they had worked together leading forces in the north before Ashfield pulled them back.
"You two already know each other, it seems," Gideon said.
"That's right, Captain Gideon. He fought with my unit against Luthe at Bordak City. We lost and had to retreat," Giroud explained.
Gideon nodded. Talking about past defeats was not wise, especially around people suffering from the war. It would only lower morale.
