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King Mark had been sailing behind the enemy ships that had just moved upon Rome only a day before he was scheduled to arrive. His men were well fed, and fitted for their own armor, bows, arrows, swords, and anything and everything they would need. Mark had brought with him seventy ships, averaging thirty men per ship, of course this totaling up to having twenty one hundred men. A few ships were needed just for cargo, but they were heavy in the eyes of men. They had beached upon the nearest port, each shipping breaching about backwards for a quick exit, and yet Mark knew they would be staying for quite sometime. He had started allowing his men to unload each ship, as he, and his four Generals moved towards the Palace of Rome, not yet under fire.
Mark walked along the halls, and he heard the great commotion about the dining hall, and moved towards it. However the entrance was heavily guarded by that of a few soldiers. Shaking his head, Mark easily called to them. I’ am King of Spain. Move. Simple as that, he was not a nice man when in war. Pressing past the armed man, who knew better than to deny him an entrance. Throwing open the door, he walked along the slight other hallway leading towards the final room, where in which he heard Lord Draaven’s words. Smirking to himself, Mark stepped from the darkened hall and easily called out to Lord Draaven.
Perhaps I’ am smarter than most people think, Lord Draaven…
Grinning rather easily, Mark just shook his head and removed his helmet from on top of his head. Gazing towards him once more, Mark then nodded his head in a sort of bow to Draaven.
I seen the enemy ships and left immediately. Anyone traveling with such speed, and heavy war ships shall be up to no good. Therefore I’ am here…
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