Re: Viroviacum: The Command Tent.
Scouting! Here's something that Eadoin and his folk can manage well, though they'd not be able to pass themselves off in the city. For that sort of scouting, Kyriel or Jaquen would be ever so much better. He does find it very odd that both the king and Gellas continue to discuss him and his folk in the third person, as if he weren't present with a number of leaders from his band.
All but the last few months, Eadoin's lived virtually as a slave to the Huns. He's quite uncertain, though, how one discusses things with a king when one is not a vassal. Six months ago, he'd not have frowned, but would have avoided the situation entirely. Here, having lived with and led his band south to aid this king and to honor gods Gellas swore before, the young Centaur's restiveness is unmistakeable.
Eadoin listens carefully, as spoken words so often desert him. He's accutely aware he's in front of dozens of warriors, his own folk, his friend Riordeg, Gellas, and Theoderic-turned-King. Wrong action here or a lack of appropriate action could have long-term consequences the young Centaur has no basis for predicting. For now, he holds his tongue as it seems the Lycanthopes, too, are broken up into small units. He wonders whether the Elves and Dwarves who've pledged their support will be broken into small bands under the command of Human lords, as well.
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Riordeg's seen well enough how a Centaur can manage with a bow and that's quite well, thank you, if his friend remembers the trip to and beyond Laodunum. Certainly they're flesh and bone, like everyone else, and they're no less and no more flexible. Why is it, he'd wonder, than others continue to have these absurd conceptions that Centaurs are any less capable of something than anyone else? Heck, the "Parthian Shot" required superb riding skills of even Human archers, prior to the invention of the stirrup.
The difficult part isn't shooting over one's croup. That's easily done. What's hard is doing while running flat out in the opposite direction; that's a sure way to break a leg. A broken leg during a retreat, real or feigned, would be a death sentence for one of his folk. He'd love to see a company of Human archers trying to run forwards and shoot backwards. It would be comedy of the slapstick sort.
But for their lack of armor and steel, the Centaurs are likely the largest and easily strongest warriors in the little army. Heavy lancers with their close-order drill would likely not make a common appearance until the introduction of that magical step and strap. Surely, they'd made a fine impact against Caesar's army at Carrhae, but that was far away in the exotic east where the Parthian Shot and Persian κατάφρακτοι had carried the day. Perhaps something to discuss with the King, should an opportunity for gaining enough armor arise.
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Later, Eadoin asks Titus for a moment of aside. Should Titus agree, Eadoin shares his concerns. "You've pledged your service to the King, Titus. I'm sure he'll have work for you soon that will call upon your skills soon." The young Centaur tries not to frown, isn't completely successful. "This is dangerous ground for me, Titus, but it is hard to ignore how I feel. My own folk have raised concerns over how we'll be regarded here and I do not feel I can be seen to do nothing. My folk did not come here to have a prince in the human way, nor will I live subject to any man again as long as I draw breath, Human, Hun, or otherwise."
The young Centaur sighs out heavily, tail whisking a moment. He's not quite blown all the way out, but mostly. "It troubles me how to tell a lord whom I love that we are not vassals but allies, friends but not subjects. He's given so much, so freely, in ways I can never explain the depth of to my people, but...I don't feel like my person is my own, anymore."
He looks at Titus levelly, someone who's dealt with men of power and prestige and in a variety of capacities. "I ask you to keep my concerns in confidence, sir, but your counsel here would be appreciated."