Konrad heard Philips's call, turning to Theodora.
Konrad: My dear, apparently an unfortunate turn of events forces me to leave your company and perhaps march to war. It certainly seems severe. My page is stationed here, he will escort you back to Talabheim should it be necessary.
Theodora: Please be careful...
Konrad: I will...
Upon hearing this the soldiers snicker. Konrad hadn't exactly shown his self-preservation instincts during the last battles they'd been in. An icy glance from Konrad silences most of them, though they can barely hold their laughter.
Konrad and Theodora kiss each other goodbye, and she leaves the great hall looking anxiously after Konrad.
Konrad: Soldiers, I will have to depart to a commanders' meeting, but you still have time to celebrate. Eat and drink of what this table has to offer us, for I have a distinct feeling we will march to war soon and will have to do with standard rations. If anyone likes a drinking binge, now is the time, for if anyone is caught drinking on duty I will personally execute him as is written by Imperial Martial Law.
Konrad turns to walk away. Trooper Sigurd takes Konrad's words as a sign of approval and breaks up an ale cask, filling his tankard. Konrad turns back.
Konrad: Second thought, if the matter is severe enough, we might have to break camp and march already tomorrow. No hangovers on duty either.
Konrad grabs the ale cask and passes it on to a passing castle page, much to the visible dislike of Sigurd and amusement of the other greatswords. Konrad leaves the hall.