Marius stood in his war tent, trying to listen to the counsel from
his advisors as he patiently ruminated on how to best evacuate the
cities nearest the war zones. He didnt want any innocents hurt, and
had even told his soldiers to shoot to impair, not kill. He was
sick of the fighting but couldnt show weakness, he was too young,
it'd get taken advantage of. He'd been told all that and more by
his father when he was ailing.