A few hours later, Jan returned. Mordrenn went out to meet her, half-dreading her report. Jan?s armor was bloody, but she herself looked unhurt, and as collected as ever, and saluted as the captain entered the tent. ?Sir!?
?Well, how did it go?? Mordrenn asked, more lightly than he felt.
?We made it across the hidden upper ford with no issues, sir. Darkness should have provided cover for us, though they may be able to follow our tracks there-?
?-but they were going to find it anyway sooner or later, yes, I know. We had the whole discussion before.? Mordrenn cut her off, not interested in rehashing old and now pointless debates. ?Give me numbers, Jan.?
The lieutenant nodded. ?Our attack went off with precision, and we were able to keep casualties at a minimum. I believe we lost six men on the other side of the river, with eight more wounded.?
?Six?!? Mordrenn was utterly flabbergasted.
?Yes, sir. I apologize. It was due to-?
?Apologize? Are you out of your mind, Jan?! Six is incredible!? Mordrenn felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart. He grabbed Jan by the shoulders and spun her around, laughing. ?By the Arbiter, Jan, you?re a genius, you know that??
Jan quietly but firmly removed Mordrenn?s hands and stepped back, her face slightly flushed. ?Thank you, sir. I?ll have a full report on casualties on this side of the river tomorrow morning.?
Mordrenn nodded, calming slightly. ?Of course. Thank you, Jan. Get some rest, too. You deserve it.? He took a step back. ?Anything else for now??
?No, sir,? Jan said. Mordrenn nodded again, and walked out. Jan waited a full count of ten, then reached up and rubbed her shoulders irritably, but smiled thinly nonetheless. She dropped off the rest of her bulkier armor and walked out as well, the other way from the captain, towards the mess hall.
Even though it was late indeed, the huge tent was still more than half-filled with soldiers toasting each other and celebrating their victory. Jan?s eyes tightened slightly. This would be a perfect opportunity for the enemy to turn things around, if they were sufficiently devious. Jan hoped, fervently, that they weren?t. Many of their ? all right, of the captain?s ? plans were predicated on the enemy reacting in a certain manner. It had held so far, and they planned for what eventualities they could, but Jan was worried. The Dyrian army was large, well-trained and well-funded; they would have...specialists, for want of a better term. Jan tended to see issues in worst-case terms, which made her difficult to argue with. The captain always had to lay out specific parameters before asking her for assessments, though he told her to be as comprehensive on her predictions as possible. Infuriating as always. And speaking of infuriating...Jan walked forward, her lips pressed together in a grim line.
?I need your report,? she said flatly.
?Ahh, ye?re back! Good t?see ye again, Janny!? Roleck waved his arms expansively. A muscle twitched in Jan?s cheek. She hated it when Roleck called her that.
?You?re drunk. Again. And I need your report.? Jan didn?t feel like wasting her time dealing with the giant?s drunken rambling, not after the harrowing battle earlier. All she really wanted was to finish up her report for the night and go to sleep.
?Oh, don? be like tha?-?
?No, I will not cozy up and have a drink with you. I have better things to do than souse myself up and vomit all over the men, or spend tomorrow hung over and with a headache. And do not call me that.? Jan maintained a flat tone and a level gaze, but she was seething inside. She did not want to deal with this, especially after already losing her temper with Delrin earlier. As Roleck recoiled slightly, a hurt expression on his face, Jan pressed her point. ?Your. Report. Please.?
?All righ?, all righ?...? Roleck patted his pockets for a moment before producing a folded, dirty pouch, which he handed to her. ?It?s all there, I knew ye?d ask so I wrote it up before I started drinkin?. Lucky me, eh?? The giant winked at her. Jan gingerly took it and stowed it in her pack, nodded stiffly, and began walking away. ?Wait a sec.?
Jan turned and regarded the other lieutenant. ?What??
?We should talk, Jan. Have a seat.? Roleck?s gaze was clear and direct. Part of Jan wished for that kind of alcohol tolerance, but the rest just wanted to sleep. Yet something in his tone and expression pulled her up short, drew her back, and she found herself sitting across from him at the table. Roleck passed her a cup. ?It?s water, if ye?re worried about that.? She nodded, surprised at the sudden onset of thoughtfulness. Roleck ran a hand through his wild hair before continuing. ?Jan, Jan...what?s botherin? ye??
Jan raised an eyebrow. ?Pardon??
Roleck sighed. ?It?s plain obvious jus? from lookin? at ye that somethin?s not right. Ye?re stiffer than a Judgepriest in a whorehouse, ye?ve been snappin? at everythin? that moves. What?s goin? on, lass??
Jan took a drink before answering. ?I?d never have expected to hear anything like this from you, Roleck.? The other lieutenant quirked a wry smile, but remained silent. Jan sighed, staring into her cup. ?I guess the truth is, I don?t know if we can win this. All that I?ve done here, I?ve always done believing in ourselves, in our chances to win. Now, I feel like all I?m doing is prolonging the inevitable. And every time I?m sure it?s over, the captain pulls another ridiculous plan out of his hat, and it all starts again. I...I?m just not sure my heart can take this anymore.?
Roleck nodded. ?Afraid to hope, eh??
?I suppose so.?
?Well,? Roleck said slowly, ?maybe ye should tell the captain how ye feel.?
?Th-the captain?!? Jan jerked upright in her seat, spilling her water across the table. ?I-I don?t-?
?Whoa, whoa, are ye all right?? Roleck grabbed her chair to steady it ? Jan had nearly toppled right out.
Jan caught herself on the edge of the table. ?Y-yes, I?m fine,? she managed, working to regain her composure. She couldn?t believe this. Twice in one day! She reached out and righted the cup on the table. ?Sorry about that.? She looked up to find Roleck regarding her with a disconcertingly shrewd look, especially on that ridiculous, overmuscled, bearded mountain of a man.
?Well, them?s just my thoughts, but I?ve a feelin? ye?d feel better about all this if ye expressed yer reservations to the captain,? Roleck said briskly. ?Now, I?ve got drinkin? to get to, and ye?ve got work yet, aye??
Jan smiled thinly at the implicit dismissal. ?Yes. I suppose I do.? She rose from her chair. ?Ah...thank you, Roleck. For listening.?
The other lieutenant grinned widely. ?Anytime ye want, Jan.? He lifted his mug to her in salute, and downed it. ?Now be off with ye.?
She nodded, stiffly as ever, and left to finish her report, a tiny hint of a smile hovering around her, battling the cloud of worry over her head. Talk to the captain, eh? Perhaps she would. But that would wait, and this report wouldn?t. Jan sighed, and got to work.
EDIT: Scene finished.
So...thoughts so far?