The camp of Alexander of Ortenburg

[Kyrator]

Following the battle of Nicaea Alexander and his men finally got a chance to set up a proper camp. The camp was full of tall, wide tents in which the Bavarian men set up makeshift seats and tables to drink around. The camp was fairly small with Alexanders tent in the center and the other tents sprawling outwards while facing his making a rather pleasant looking circle. The camp was dwarfed by Theodorics camp next door, the neighboring camp looking as though it will expand and engulf the smaller of the two. Alexanders men loiter around the camp chatting, drinking and playing games, morale was high after the victory at Nicaea and Alexander liked the soldiers to socialize in their off time. On all the tents, Alexanders banner of sky blue and white rose high into the air, giving off a great sense of pride throughout the camp.

The entrance to Alexanders tent was wide open, accepting nigh on any visitor throughout the day.

[MuttonChops]

Richalm had learned of the arrival of more men from his homeland for some time now, and had intended to visit earlier, but his wounds which turned for the worse prevented him. Now fully recovered from the death's brace, he approached the tent of their leader and announced himself clearly.

[Kyrator]

Alexander calmly looked up and raised his hand smiling gesturing for the man to enter.

[MuttonChops]

Richalm obliged and entered without undue ceremony.

"I greet you kinsmen, rare is it to see familiar men from the country here, though your device escapes me. I am Richalm von Irmelhausen, vassal to Theodoric, the Lord Lorraine a fact we share in common I hear."