"Oh." They stop
"Uh, we're with a larger table. The Appleworths family.">>138717
The Lieutenant unhesitatingly walks forward towards the grey stallion, who seems to be in charge.
"Uh, Captain Forrester, I presume?"
The grey stallion gives a curt nod, and then resumes staring back at the lieutenant with a blank expression. The lieutenant salutes him
"Second Lieutenant Brisbuck, assigned to Company C, second rifle battalion of the 23rd Infantry Division. I am leading 'E' platoon from Wald, in Sunny Mountains to join with the 23rd on the frontline, here in Cascadia, where I presume our platoon will be cut up and sent along as replacements."
"Is it just your platoon?"
"Yes. Are you expecting a medical division?"
"No. Not that I have been informed of. You walked here?"
"Why not use the rail?"
"Well, I assume command believes the rail lines to be less secure this close to the front. That, or the rolling stock shortage is as bad as the rumors say. You know the Newspapers don't report it, but that doesn't mean it's not there..."
The Captain almost cuts him off
"Very well. You may continue on your way."
"I'm - well, may we make use of this town's kitchen facilities? And any phone or telegraph lines. We need to get in touch with command, back in Wald."
The captain replies
"To the former, we are not prepared now for an entire new platoon. As for the latter, there seems to be a temporary outage of the telegraph lines."
"Well... that would explain why command did not tell you we were coming..."
he pauses a moment
"We will make accommodations for your troops, and we are working on locating the source of the problem with the telegraph lines."