““We are going to need rather a lot of them.” It had been a week now, and no more Princes were trickling in, although new adventurers were still arriving. The bunks in the barracks and the tents on the drill-field were all filled up, and the contenders were either having to supply their own tent, find accommodations in the city or take their chances in the forest. This was proving a great boon to the farmers roundabout the city, as the adventurers—since they had not been invited—were being fed, ...but on the most basic of rations, army-bread. And at that, the General Provisioner of the Army was taking advantage of this to clear the warehouses of army-bread that was anything from two to ten years old. You could easily drive nails with it. “And lucky to have it,” the General huffed, when someone dared to complain. “No one asked you here. You’re free to go. You’re free to buy food you like, if you can find it. You’ve leave to hunt in the Royal Forest.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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