Enjolras glances at Bahorel, whose first bite of his mysterious something with peppers is apparently... making him turn purple and wheeze? But also grin, with streaming eyes, and give a CARRY ON I'M FINE kind of handflapping.
Uh.
Okay, Bahorel! If you're sure...?
(Enjolras loves Bahorel dearly, but there are so many ways in which he completely does not understand Bahorel's life choices. And afterlife choices.)
So -- right, Harry's summary, to which he nods. "In thy battles, you fight abroad and by map often? Or near the men's own lands?"
Enjolras knows more than a little about army tactics and strategy, at least for the 18th and 19th centuries. But all his personal experience is with urban warfare, riots and uprisings. They knew the ground by inches, there.
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Uh.
Okay, Bahorel! If you're sure...?
(Enjolras loves Bahorel dearly, but there are so many ways in which he completely does not understand Bahorel's life choices. And afterlife choices.)
So -- right, Harry's summary, to which he nods. "In thy battles, you fight abroad and by map often? Or near the men's own lands?"
Enjolras knows more than a little about army tactics and strategy, at least for the 18th and 19th centuries. But all his personal experience is with urban warfare, riots and uprisings. They knew the ground by inches, there.