The Duke's study was plainly furnished. Most of the space was occupied by books and maps of the region. The Duke himself sat behind a large oak desk. He looked tired, but smiled kindly at Sir Kamos as he entered, offering him to take a seat.
“Ah yes, Sir Kamos. I was expecting you. I am sorry that Duke Darlion had to depart on such short notice, although I am sure you are just as capable of dealing with this matter as he is. Still.”
He Duke allows himself to sigh, searching in vain for something on his table.
“The parade, yes. I can imagine how this is a small nightmare to you. Let me be plain, it is the same to me. Even in prosperous times such a parade is a delicate endeavour, and frankly, these are no prosperous times. As you probably know the marchlands, like the rest of Sarleon, have suffered immensely under the unification war. The campaigns have been brutal. Much of the countryside was ravaged and pillaged. Bandits and brigands are everywhere and with the law of halves in place, I have barely enough men left to sustain some resemblance of order, especially not since many of the now unemployed soldiers have only bolstered the brigands numbers. Then, there also is Marleon...”
Alamar drifted off into gloomy thoughts for a few moments, before he shook his head and snapped out of it.
“As it is, I cannot control the whole main road for the duration of the parade. Thusly, my man will be busy surrounding the procession with a shield wall on all sides, keeping the crowd from getting too close. What archers I can spare will be positioned on the rooftops along the road. After the first line of soldiers will walk the marching band and behind that will come myself, Lord Caranthir, his man Zeero and your comrade Sir Orlando, the prominent sons of the marches. Next will be the Silvermists squad departing for the woods and after that whatever knights the orders can spare for the procession.”