As twilight approached, the temporary camp of the Ninth Dragon Cavalry Battalion of Moravia was as tranquil as it always was before a storm.
In the officers' tent on the south side of the camp, Major Victor Kosport squinted at the young man in front of him: "So, where are these 'rioters' you speak of?"
Ten minutes ago, a guard reported to him that someone claimed there were suspicious individuals approaching the military camp.
The young man removed his hat and pointed to himself, "It's me, Major. Lucas von Scheler.
"And, I'd like to correct you on one point, there are no 'rioters'; there are only the people, only revolutionaries resisting tyranny."
Kosport frowned, "You have quite the nerve."
The captain standing next to him immediately drew his pistol, aiming at Lucas's chest.
