Willem's Stand Part 3
Liege,
As I predicted, the training exercises helped to ease the situation considerably. The soldiers proved to be a resilient bunch and bounced back quickly. Unfortunately, late last week we received word that Captain Algan had died, still deep in his slumber. Morale once again dropped as the men began to mourn.
Algan's funeral was held the day before last and I felt obligated to attend. It was an awkward affair and I felt a bit out of place surrounded by the loved ones of a man I'd just replaced. None of the men will say it, but I sense that some of them resent my presence and my attendance of the funeral only intensified those feelings. Algan's widow did seek me out to give me her blessings. I appreciated the gesture, but I overheard her two daughters speaking of me to a group of boys later. Needless to say, I do not have their blessings. I was startled by what exactly they had to say though, not the names and curses they were surprisingly fluent with for girls of their age, but by some of the accusations they were making against me.
They seemed to know that I served previously in the royal guard and implied that I was somehow involved in the murder of Chancellor Kerrick. You said you would keep this transition quiet. I can't very well do my job if there are whispers of 'murderer' circling me wherever I go. This must be taken care of immediately. Do not make me regret my decision.
CRW
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