Tired from battle, and nearly home, your Lord hears word from a scout of what appears to be an enemy move in the direction of Westgate Abby. With his garrison in sight just beyond the marsh, he must decide. Will he take his tired troops home, for the food and rest they so much deserve?...Or will he go to the aid of his friends, the monks at the Abby? It doesnt take him long to make up his mind...."Im going to the aid of my friends!..our friends! Those who wish to join me may do so...those who do not may do likewise!" Tiredly turning with a mad look of determination written on his face,..his Lordship begins his trek,...