C15
"What's the problem now, Gorge?" Shelbrooke called out as he sat down in his office, cleaning his knife with a piece of cloth.
Gorge walked in hesitatingly.
"We have about four hundred and eighty soldiers right now."
Silence enveloped the room, same as the stench of cigarettes and coffee. Gorge cleared his throat and continued.
"Four hundred and eighty-foot soldiers, two hundred archers