Daniel Trenwall sat up in his small tent. His makeshift blanket crawled with a few various bugs disturbed by his movements. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. He yawned and threw off the blanket. He wore his usual pants and some old damp socks. He grasped a shirt and slipped it on. Crouching he opened the tent flap and stepped. He looked around the Empire patrols encampment. His own Halberd a chest piece sat rested on one of his tent pegs. Few men wandered around. On of the hand gunners sat out side his tent pouring some gunpowder into his handgun. A few others sat around fires cooking breakfast.
The Patrol was moving there way along the Southeastern part of the great forest. They Numbers forty-three in all. The Captain; William of Cartwol; a young noble man, Fifteen hand gunners, Five pistolers, Ten Swordsmen and Twelve Halberdiers Which was the regiment Daniel was apart of.
At Thirty-four Daniel was a average man. He was 6ft. light brown hair. Stubble around his chin from rare shaving, heavy build and muscled arms. Having been part of the Regiment for three months he had seen a few buds fall. But being in the army for two years he wasn't a greenhorn at combat.
He wandered along for a while. He greeted anyone awake with just a nod and a grunt. Of course you get the same reply at this time in the morning. A lot of the men had been drinking last night and groans could be heard from waking soldiers. Daniel walked back to his tent. One of his friends was sitting around a fire in the middle of the circle of tents. Daniel wandered over a sat down. The guys poked the fire with a stick. It was Fredrick Greencern a halberdier who joined the regiment a week after Daniel did. They sat around the fire for a while. Eventually all the men woke up and the tents were packed up. Armour and weapons were donned. The man again began to slowly trudge along the sandy road.