After already several hours of walking Abbot orders his men to stop.
"All right! get me the horse, I can't have this no more!"
Extremely uncomfortable and barley in balance, Abbot humps to the back of his crew where a soldier was holding on to his horse.
It was still raining, and abbots new wooden leg collected tons of mud making his movement barley possible.
He climbed on his horse and tried to catch his breath.
"what a pain in the arse." he thought.
But he knew from now on, he'd had to get used to it.
overcome this weakness and show none of it to his fellow Madinans.
He would overcome what ever managed to cross his path, just like he knew the republic it's self would overcome even these horrible times.
For a brief moment he smiled when he realized that thanks to all the trouble, the republic was left with only it's finest and most dedicated nobles, who are all marching as one against her foes.
Madina felt like when the Republic was founded by that select group of original settlers and a few noble immigrants.
Madina felt like a family and Abbot really appreciated that thought.
He might have lost his leg, but Madina gained a great opportunity.
which makes every lose worthwhile.
