“They’re here sir!” came the cry from the forward watchtower. Dominico Ottavio Ramano Di Mirandola straightened his jacket and walked to the front of the Gatehouse. Pulling out a spyglass, he turned his gaze West and scanned the horizon. There was indeed a dust cloud that suggested heavy movement. As he watched it moved closer, spreading out and forming neat, disciplined blocks on the open field. Soon there was no need for the spyglass as the army took form and marched up to the city. Dominico’s troops crowded the walls and windows, any space they could to look upon the glorious sight of one and a half thousand armoured Felidi warriors of the Legion. A small contingent broke away at that point and rode to the gates. They entered and were led up to the Gatehouse where the lord of Mirandola stood waiting alongside the other members of the Resistance command squad. The big Felidi at the front stepped forward, “I am Legate Castus Archius Tiber, commander of the first and only free Felidi Legion. In agreement with the alliance that was made, we are here to make our home and to fight alongside the Resistance.” The Legate extended his hand and Dominico took it in a firm handshake. The troops on the walls could contain their excitement no longer and a massive cheer thundered out across the city. The Felidi were slightly slower to act, not used to showing this kind of enthusiasm, but the atmosphere was contagious and soon the Felidi Legionnaires were cheering too.
“Welcome to Mirandola. Please Legate, have your troops enter the city in friendship. We have been working for several days to make an area of the city habitable for your people, they will be shown the way,” Dominico stated in a loud voice, as much for everyone around as the Legate. Lady Fiorella then stepped forward, “Welcome to the Resistance Legate Tiber. Now enough ceremony, let your people come in from the cold.”