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[College of War: Grand Marshal Imperialis' Office]

One of the privileges of being a Marshal was truth. No other officer in the Legion could ever hope to hear the words "this is impossible" be uttered from the Grand Marshal's mouth. Only the select group of men and women who wore the cords of the Marshals would ever hear such a statement and even then it was a rare occurrence. Between them the word impossible was still one that was not spoken lightly.

Christian nodded and saluted, but as he turned to leave he heard the tell tale growl of a stomach that demanded food.

The Grand Marshal turned to see him still in the room, "Uhm... Pardon me for that... Would you keep that as a secret between us?"

It was the single most out of character thing he had ever seen from the Grand Marshal, not the growl of her stomach, but the look on her face at her last statement. He couldn't help but think she seemed almost cute, though he cut the thoughts down as quickly as they arose. It would do no good to have such idea's floating around his head about his superior. She was simply as human as the next person, though she was rarely aloud to act as such. Christian knew how hard it was to keep up appearances all the time, and was quite often glad that he was not bound so strictly to them. He nodded his vow of confidence on the matter.

"It will do my lady no good to fight a war on an empty stomach, even if the battle now is with quill and ink. I must advise a meal directly, ma'am." He had a feeling she would be in a mood to object so he added, "We would not deny our soldiers food on account of duty, I'll be damned if we deny our Grand Marshal food on account of paperwork."