Forrest Report

Dante carefully made his way up to the commanders office, he was to stubborn to use a wheel chair and though is ribs ached they were in good enough shape that he could use crutches, he had tried a cane but his leg still wasn't strong enough.  He saw that his friend's office door was open and he walked in knocking as he did, he caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror Owain had in the corner, though it was a little better after a week and a half of healing he still looked like he had been beaten badly.  Standing in front of Owain he waited for his friend and commanding officer wait to offer him a seat, he began, "Good Afternoon Commander Craddock. I was hoping you would have a moment or two so I could report an incident in the woods that happened prior to the attack" Looking around the room he saw it was looking just a bit more comfortable than the last time he was here. He added, "I would also like to say I am pretty sure you will end up laughing a little, unofficially of course."

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@owain (It is Edited now!!)

Owain was, as usual, in his office working on paperwork, documents, correspondence, and the like.  The attack was over and he was doing all he could alongside the chancellor to help the island recuperate and strengthen itself from the damage.  Deep inside he felt a deep guilt and anger at himself for allowing the attack to happen.  He, the commander, had been dressed in a suit, unsuspecting, at a wedding, while the fully armed and battle-ready enemy were on their way.  Owain would never forgive himself for not being able to prevent that attack.  Never.  But he couldn't wallow in his regret and guilt, even if that was the easier thing to do.  He had to swallow that blame he aimed at himself, that anger, that feeling of shame.  He couldn't afford to give into any of that and act any lesser than a commander, just because he believed to have failed.  He was still the commander and needed to be responsible for overseeing the healing of the island, and he would do it with all of his ability, efforts, power, will, and might.

He forced himself not to look sulky and miserable.  He assumed his confident and straight-backed position.  The people should not be burdened by the knowledge that the commander was doubting himself.  They needed someone who was sure of himself and knew what he was doing to have them rest assured.  There would be those who blamed him, though, but he would have to accept that.  But there were more who were seeking leadership, and he meant to give that. 

He was sitting at his desk looking at the costs of that the garrison would have to pay to heal its soldiers, get more weapons, and make repairs to any part of the garrison.  Owain was also willing to help pay the costs of the regular citizens, too.  He couldn't afford to do much on that aspect, but at least he would contribute in any way he could.  While he was looking at those papers, a secretary let a person in and Owain glanced up.  Ah, it was First Captain Tyrell.  Owain smiled and saluted him.  "Good afternoon to you too, First Captain Tyrell.  Thank you for coming in, and I am looking forward to listen to your reports."  He gestured to the seat across from his.  With woman, he would offer them to sit, but with men of the garrison, he didn't need to be that fancy.

He arched an eyebrow when Gregory said that Owain would most likely end up laughing at what he had to say.  He chuckled.  "Well, I am not a man to laugh without a reason, and I do trust you, First Captain.  Now, go on and tell me what you have to report about."