Once the meeting broke up, the troops moved into action.
The damaged vehicles were unloaded and stripped of the gear and supplies, which were moved to the vehicles brought by the new Battalion. The injured soldiers were moved to racks in an ambulance truck, and all the gear from Dominic's Smithy was moved to storage in an empty cargo truck.
"Where is the Smith? I was told that they survived the battle." One of the officers shouted, assuming that the man must be further away.
"Sir, no need to shout, I'm standing right next to you." Dominic informed him with a smile.
"The Royal Sorcerer is also the group's only smith? What sort of insane deployment order led to this?" The officer demanded.
"I am the personal Apprentice of the Royal Master Weaponsmith, as well as a freshly promoted Royal Apprentice Weaponsmith. See, I've got the trade skill core and all." Dominic explained.
