The return to Radensdorf went smoothly. No trouble was going to break out in this area at this point, and no one had the gall to attack a marching column of some two hundred soldiers.
At most, we stumbled across a few bandit packs disguised as vagrants along the way and wiped them out. With stray dogs like these loitering at every crossroads, it's no wonder trade between villages suffers.
Once I return to Rosenheim, my first order of business will be organizing a dedicated patrol cavalry to maintain regional security. Only when public order improves can the people's livelihoods and economic activity stabilize.
On the road to Radensdorf, I heard from Oscar and Ted about everything that had happened in Feuzen. Stories of Feuzen and my family were an oasis that let me forget the tedium of the march.
Ted, in his element, pulled out every story he had.
"Haha, Hilda is so restless that Priscilla must have her hands full."
