At Blake's command, the Goblin Chiefs excitedly left the tent.
Commanding a great army for the first time, Blake felt an incredible sense of satisfaction.
'Now, what should I do?'
The satisfaction didn't last long. Blake suddenly realized he had no experience commanding a large army in battle. His past fights had all been minor skirmishes; he'd never even watched someone else command a legion.
'The map!'
With that thought, Blake put on an act and began studying the map at his side. He couldn't make heads or tails of it before someone rushed toward his tent, shouting.
"What are you doing?! Can't you see this is Lord Blake's tent?!"
He heard his own clansmen scolding someone at the entrance.
It was a classic case of riding his coattails; as Blake's prestige grew daily, his clansmen had become increasingly arrogant.
Just as Blake was about to go out and see what was happening, he heard a string of curses from the entrance.
