Aaaand a little intermezzo RP. The army was assembled and Nemean was present yet since the order to move out hasn't been giving, camp, for a young Noble is proving to be rather boring.
The Joys of Camp
Sitting on a tree-stump a young, green eyed Noble stifled a yawn. The bustle of camplife had lost its initial grandeur. Now it just looked like camping in the mud and there was plenty of the brown goo about. Just ahead and slightly below of his position a couple of his men were practicing at sword. Wooden training weapons thumped and clonked against one another. Often followed by approving or mocking tones.
Kicking at a tuft of grass Nemean struggled to pay attention to the boring spectacle. The men clearly had little skill beyond the basics and that was no surprise. They were horsemen after all and the blade a secondary weapon by far. That didn't stop them from self improvement though, something that had been on Nemean's mind also. Yet opportunity, unlike for his men, wasn't so readily available to himself.
Casting another glance about, in a vain attempt to spot something useful or at least mildly entertaining, came up empty. More mud, more tents and more terrible cooking. His gaze full of disinterest and his chest rising with a heavy sigh.
