>>21553234
You are Sir William MacMahon, Knight-Brother in the Order of St. John of Jerusalem, the Knights Templar, Taker of Damascus, and Lord Steward for Thierry, Count of Flanders and Lord of Damascus. You’ve taken care of preparing a siege of Damascus from two different armies at the same time, and you’re in your bedroom. You have just finished perusing the book you found in the altar of the goddess Asherah in the cellar of your palace.

It has revealed that with the rise of Monotheistic religions, such as Judaism, Islam, and Christianity, that the old gods amalgated from several hundred into about six or seven. Asherah, in early Semetic polytheism, was the Queen of the Heavens, consort to Jehovah. Oh, you think to yourself. That explains why she’s such a bitch. She’s Queen bitch. Now, Asherah is the goddess of war, death, the moon, and the heavens, while her sister Aine is the sun, fertility, love, and crops, and nature. Oh, you think once more. That explains why Asherah flipped her shit when the Crusaders chopped down Aine’s trees.

Deciding you’ve pursued the mysteries of the goddesses enough, You’re bored. Following the logical thought processes of a 20 year old soldier, you’re also hungry. It’s food time, you believe. To that end, you slip out of your bedroom, nod to your! guards, and head to the kitchens. Now that you’re rich from the sacking of Damascus, and with a secure income, due to being Thierry’s steward, you can afford your own soldiers, staff, and can be generous with both.
(2/2)

Yeah, reading!

>>21553240
You arrive in the kitchen, and proceed to pilfer a loaf of bread and some sliced beef. Using your dagger, you open the bread lengthwise, stuff the beef inside, and begin gnawing at it, still wandering around aimlessly. Suddenly, you’re accosted by an Englishman!
“Lord Steward! Lord Steward, I was hoping you could help me! I seek employment. I can bring five hundred spears and swords to your banner, Lord!”
>Wat do?
>Troll the Englishman?
>Give him employment?
>Find out WHY the fuck this Englishman thinks you’ll employ his ass, and why he wants to be in your glorious service?
(3/2)

>>21553248
>Find out WHY the fuck this Englishman thinks you’ll employ his ass, and why he wants to be in your glorious service?

Who the fuck are you?

>>21553248
>Give him employment?
We are feeling generous today.

>>21553248

First off, who the fuck is he and where in the world is he going to put five hundred people on your grounds?

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>>21553248
You are Sir William MacMahon, blah blah blah, and you've just been accosted by an Englishman.

"Okay, first of all, who the fuck are you? Second of all, why the shit do you want to swear to my banner?" You continue to eat. Some things are more important than trolling Englishmen, you figure.

"My Lord Steward, the Crusader Army was shattered two days ago. My men and I are some of the only survivors." Oh. That explains why you were so hungry. You hadn't eaten in three days. That also explains why you stink, as well. You had fallen asleep reading that damnable book twice!

>Oh. Wow.
>Do you accept his oath?
>Do you send him away?
>Do you flip out?

(As before, if Anon comes up with an option not stated, make it convincing or give it a clear majority.)

>>21553429
Accept it, we'll be honored to, as well as inquire as to the details of the army being destroyed. Sounds like home is where the war will be.
>brb reading up on what i missed yesterday

>>21553429
I bet the damn general did not even sit on a hill.
>Oh. Wow.
>Do you accept his oath?
Survival comes before trolling. Besides, might even get him killed in duty to Christendom!

>>21553429
(Sorry, Anon. Had to get some food.)

"I am Robert de Manferd, Count of Qamana, Lord. We marched one day southeast of here, and then another half day before we found the Saracen host arranged in all their gear of war. We deployed and met them on the road. We slaughtered them and they slaughtered us, but their numbers proved too great. They shattered our host, Lord. I have lead my personal five hundred men, and the two thousand three remaining from the battle here." You finish your food swiftly, before nodding assent to his request, and he kneels.

"I, Robert de Manferd, Count of Qamana, do swear before God and his angels, to William MacMahon, Lord of Damascus, to follow all his orders faithfully, and to recognize none else as my liegelord." You tell him to rise, and embrace him as your vassal.

>Vassal gained.
>Now what?

>>21554001
It's time to prepare for battle I suppose. Make sure scouts are sent out, and if possible to take out the enemy scouts. Ask Lord Manfred to specify enemy army composition.
I'm not sure if our walls are repaired yet, i'm guessing they won't be in time. Consider setting up traps/kill zones right behind the broken parts of the wall.

>>21554153
See about sending a messenger to the useless ass Count of Trier or whoever our proper liege is.

>>21554381
Isn't he presumably also lost at this battle? Isn't everyone lost this battle? Does this leave a perfect setup for KING OF OUTREMER?! if we win against the saracens? We'll see.

>>21554001

"Robert, take a group of horse, run down and kill any Saracen scouts. Try and find their army; try to keep a relay going. Send a messenger to the Italian engineers. Tell them to halt reconstruction work on the breach; instead, fill it with traps and such. Is Count Thierry alive?"

"Sadly he is not, Lord. I shall follow your commands." Robert leaves you standing there, with the book. That damnable book. Now that all you can do is wait for your orders to be followed.

>Do you return the book to the cellar?
>Do you oversee your underlings begin preparation?
>Do you wait for news?

>>21554561
Bump. Damn it. If this dies now, I'll just wait until the weekend before trying again.

>>21554561
May as well oversee the underlings while we wait for a status report. Not too familiar with the setting but a few of the more inventive traps might be a good idea.

Make sure to spend a little more time with that French servant girl. Military assets are not the only ones worth having

>>21554561

You decide to keep the book with, and check on the status of the professional men-at-arms that first captured the palace with you. Decision made, you take off at a run, ignoring the looks some of the servants shoot you.

Turning the corner, you find yourself colliding with Marie. You spin, grab her by the hand, and keep running. "Come on, Marie! We're going to see how the troops are getting along, preparing the city for a siege!" You're in high spirits; Thierry is dead, the Kings and Emperor are captured and you don't have to pay their ransom, and Damascus is yours.

The two of you eventually arrive at the breach in the outside wall, where Italian siege engineers are bellowing at each other and wooden spikes are being driven into the rubble. Grinning, you walk to the Italian captain and greet him.

"Good morning, Sergio. What are we doing this morning?"

"We are driving the stakes into the rubble, so they can't get cavalry over the breach. If you get a shield wall or spears lining the initial hole, you should be able to keep all God's hosts from coming in! The gate and top of walls, not so much." Sergio poses a good point. The battlements are how you yourself took Damascus. What do you do?

>Do you ask Sergio his opinion?
>Do you ask Marie her opinion?
>Do you climb onto the breach and then SHIRK RESPONSIBILITY?

>That pic in OP

O man, I think you went and jinxed yourself

>>21555364
Leave the defenses to the italians, but do make sure to ask if Marie knows of any quirks of the city, like alternate ways in and out in the event of a seige. Unlikely, but you never know.

>>21554561
[ ] Return the book to the cellar
[ ] Oversee your underlings begin preparation

Waiting for news can wait for the scouts and scout-killers to report back. It's time to worry about saving our ass. The book is a bit important though; we should keep it safe.

>>21555376
How so? Care to explain?

[X] Do you ask Sergio his opinion?

Because really, not taking care of his own skin does not feel like him.

>>21555364
[ ] Ask Sergio his opinion

If anyone should have a plan, it's him. I dunno what Marie can offer, but if she has any ideas, we should be receptive. Though we should definitely listen to Sergio first. We might also want to check in with our new vassal to talk about how the Saracens he fought did their business eventually.

>>21555401
>>21555364
>Do you ask Sergio his opinion?
>Do you ask Marie her opinion?
Find SECRETS

>>21555364
You are Lord William MacMahon, Lord of Damascus and a brother in the Knights Hospitaller, and you are overseeing preparations for the second siege of Damascus.

To that end, you ask Sergio, the captain of your Italian siege engineers his opinion of what to do about the top of the battlements and the gates.

"Me? I post professional soldiers behind gate and on walls, to slaughter infidel scum. You? You do what you want, boss-man." You nod thoughtfully, before agreeing. "You're right, Sergio. Have one of your message runners find Robert de Manferd, and bring him here to me. Have another find the captain of my soldiers in my palace, flying the Hospitaller flag, and bring him here as well." Sergio nods, before turning from you and bellowing in Italian once more. Next to you, Marie timidly plucks at your sleeve.

"Lo-Lord? May I speak?" You're almost infected with an eagerness for the Saracens to arrive and be able to defeat them. You nod at her, and she speaks her mind.

"My old master escaped the city before you took it through a bunch of tunnels beneath the city that leads to the orchard where you and the army came through." Aha! A series of tunnels beneath the city? You can work with this, you eagerly decide.

>Do you wait for:
-Vassal; Robert de Manferd
-Captain; Pierre St. Germain?
>Do you call for a group of workers, so you can block the tunnels?
>Do you shirk responsibility?

>>21555580

Let's wait for both our vassal and captain. They'll need to share info; our vassal has recent field combat experience and should know about enemy force composition. Also, we can get their thoughts on how to proceed.

While we wait we need to talk to Marie more about these tunnels. For instance, are they extensive and far-ranging enough for us to send out sorties on assassination strikes against the enemy commander from them. Or can we trap and collapse some of them to slay the enemy without totally undermining our city. And if she doesn't know, we need to know who does.

>>21555580
Wait for the captain. If its as good as we hope, we can set up a picket at the entrance to the tunnels and gut the pigfuckers as they come in. No reason to collapse the tunnels yet, at least without looking at them first, they may be of use later. Always helps to have a way in and out that the enemy may not be privy to, even if the old master knows of it, he probably won't share it.

>>21555433
O man, a while ago there was someone trying knight quest.

It was decently ran, and a all write with writing, but it just never worked out for some reason, and it was that pic too. Happened before that too.

>>21555632
all right with the writing*

>>21555580
"Marie, do you know an entrance into the tunnels?" Your newly acquired servant girl nods briefly, before shrieking in surprise at the appearance of your captain. (Pic related.) Calming her down, you send her to find some wine. Pierre greets you warmly with an embrace, before kneeling. You have him rise, and then inform him of the situation. He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

"I'll wait for Lord Robert to show up, but I'm fairly certain we can hold the city. We've certainly learned from the mistakes the Saracens made." Grinning, you allow him to sit with the wineskin Marie has returned with. You sit next to him, with Marie on your other side, and ask her where the tunnel entrance is.

"In the cellar with the statue, Lord. The old master would use it to smuggle wine in. He wasn't a very good Moslem, Lord." Robert arrives, and you have Pierre inform him of everything while you allow Marie to leave and go back to the palace. One benefit from having all most all the adult men in the city under arms and at your command is that a woman can walk alone through any part of the town without worry, now.

"All right, gentlemen. We've work to do. Robert, you'll command the walls and breach. Pierre, you'll hold the tunnel. I'll have Guy, another captain, hold the gates."

>Your underlings have their orders.
>Do you:
-Sally forth and begin picking off Saracen outriders and scouts personally?
-Remain in the city?

>>21556037
Sally forth! SAALLYY FOORRTTHH!!

>>21556037
>-Remain in the city?

The commander's job is to rub his hands together evilly and mutter, "just as planned." Better, I think, to remain to monitor the situation, command and control. If our blade gets thirsty enough, we can go join the troops holding the ramparts or breach; there'll be enough of that soon enough.

>>21556037
You are Lord William MacMahon of Damascus, and you feel the need... THE NEED FOR SPEED.

To that end, you call for your fellow Hospitallers, and those Templar fucks, plus whatever knights survived getting ass-raped by the Saracens. Exchanging high-fives with the Hospitallers, rude gestures with the Templars, and wine with the normal knights, you and your hundred or so men exit the gate in a glittering panoply of war.

You ride for about three hours, still dicking around and harassing the Templars, when you run across a patrol of Saracen infantry. They crossed a hill in front of you, and they haven't seen you or your men yet.

>Do you:
-Snap visors shut and charge?
-Watch them for a bit?

>>21556469
Shit, sorry I didn't take your reply into consideration. I didn't see it until after I had posted.

>>21556504
Watch them for a bit, if we can get them into a nice long open stretch before we open up on them we can probably get a nice long gallop to engage them with relative impunity.

>>21556512

S'all good. This is probably far more interesting, actually!

For this situation, a charge is most appropriate. Let's strike before they even know we're here and before they can even try to form up.

>>21556504
Snap the visor down, circle around, and charge them from behind. Sarcens have no honor, so its cool to hit them in the ass.

>>21556504
You are William MacMahon, Lord of Damascus, Taker of that city, Knight Hospitaller, and your armed patrol has just found some lonely Saracen infantry.

You decide to play it conservatively and instead of running them down now and gutting them like the fish they are, you let them come down the hill in front of you and your men.

However, your decision to play it tactically is ass-raped when the Templars decide YOU suck dick, and begin a charge. Cursing at the stupid fucks, you order a general charge as well, and now there's one hundred Saracen infantry forming a shield wall. With spears. Long spears. You lower your lance as the distance rapidly closes, and your men do the same.

You crash your lance into a Saracen's shield, sending him flying backwards. Your lance has shattered, so you draw your sword and begin hacking at anyone not on a horse.
(1/2, depending on dice roll, we'll either win or get pwned.)

>>21556825
(Or I'm a fucking retard and calling it a draw, because I can't roll dice.)

Finally, your knights and yourself prevail, slaughtering all the Saracens. However, the cost is expensive. Half your men are dead, and the same number of horses lay bleeding and shattered on the bloody ground. Cursing the Templars, your order a march back to Damascus. However, you've had the forethought to loot the corpses of both sides for chainmail, swords, spears, and shields, loading them on the surviving horses. This accomplished, you find the Templar scum that ordered the ill-fated charge.

>Do you:
-Talk to him sternly?
-Punch his fucking dick in?
-Kill him?

>>21556886
Lecture him very sternly, but dont personally insult him. Make him feel terrible for his mistake, but not too terrible.

>>21556886
Stern talking. He needs to understand that you wont tolerate wasting men and horses like this.

Bump

>>21556886

"Templar... Do you understand what you just did?" Your calm rage is almost able to be tasted, were one to try hard enough. The Templar isn't trying hard enough.

"We killed a bunch of Saracens, Hospitaller." You nod slowly, as though his words were making sense. And then you stop.

"We lost fifty-five horses, and fifty-three men, because YOU! charged headlong into a shield wall. Do you have any concept of how lucky you are to be alive, as well as the rest of us?" Your tone of voice is still lev- no, that's a lie. If anything, you've gotten quieter. Even the horses are quiet, having stopped acting up at the scent of so much blood. The Templar himself has stopped trying to protest his innocence, his glory, because your eyes are promising death if he makes one more sound.

"Brother, you will walk back to Damascus clad only in your undergarments. There, you will walk to the church farthest from the gate we enter, and you will do penance for every man and horse killed here." He begins removing his armor, weapons, and clothes, leaving them in the keep of one of his Templar brothers, before starting the walk back.

>Discipline successful.
>Do you:
-Stay behind and hope Asherah or her sister Aine show up?
-Go with your men?

>>21557413
Is there any reason they would show up?
It might be advisable to leave some sort of message if we want to talk to them, but being being the commander of a castle that is bound to be seiged and staying out alone is a terrible idea.
So go with the men.

>>21557413
>-Stay behind and hope Asherah or her sister Aine show up?

Let's do this, for change of pace. Appoint someone who we can trust to not go full retard to take charge temporarily, and go hang out for a bit.

>>21557536
If we can get into contact with them, fine, but I'd rather not leave the battlefield for too long.

>>21557413
we go with the men. We should be vigilant for any signs of discontent given the high casualties. Fuck those false goddesses.

>no really, fuck them if we get the chance.

>>21557575
Sticking dicks in witches with swords is a good way to lose dicks.

Stay behind and hope Asherah or her sister Aine show up?
Check the area out

We've got a tie. I'll do a combination of both. Sorry, Anon.

You are William MacMahon, and you've just successfully bullshitted disciplining a Knight Templar, with the blood of dead Crusaders and Saracens staining the sand red.

"Frederick, lead the men back to the city. I'll follow along, checking to make sure we're not pursued." The named knight gets your men moving, and you kneel over the corpse of a fellow Hospitaller.

"Sleep easy, brother. We'll guard the long night of the human soul now." You cross yourself silently, before closing his eyes and placing a coin under his tongue.

"Oh how touching. The man that killed an entire group of trees, slaughtered the male population of a city, let an army rape most of the women, and then let that same army die without helping it, can pause for a moment of contemplation over a dead brother-in-arms." Ah. One of the false goddesses. However, that book has lead you to question the Lord God and his word, just a little.

Ignoring the voice, you stand and crest the hill the Saracens tried to hold. Beyond it, about three-fourths of a day's march away, the main body of the Saracen army has made camp. Nodding to yourself, you turn and greet Asherah. Now she bears a plate armor and an arming sword.

"So I did what I thought necessary to secure myself as Lord of Damascus. So it took purposely killing some of the knights that may have resisted me. You've done worse." You set off back down the hill, following the small dust cloud that is the remnants of your armed patrol. The false goddess walks beside you, seemingly unwilling to break the silence you caused.

>What do?

>>21557730
let her speak if she wants. Maintain our conversational superiority. Maybe even mount up just to see what she does.

>>21557782
Pretty much this. Lets here her out, ignoring whatever attempts at superiority she throws at us

>>21557730

I agree with the two above. If she came out here to talk to us she must've had a reason for it.

Warning flags if we ask her why she wanted to talk to us and she says, "Stupid William! I-it's n-not as though I like you or anything..."

>>21557730

You stay silent on the walk down the hill, ignoring the fact she's wearing a kind of armor you've never seen before. Goddesses just have all the shiniest shit, you bitch to yourself. The silent treatment will work best, you decide. It's what got your mother to give you cake when she kept saying no, after all.

"MacMahon, I know you've read my book. What are you going to do with the city?"

Silent treatment. More walking. Damn, she has a nice ass, you decide.

"MacMahon. You're ignoring a physical goddess with the ability to throw you across a room, and I taught the Celts how to forge longswords, so they could better kill Romans."

Silent treatment. Who the fuck are the Celts, you wonder silently. Apparently they killed Romans. Having met a couple of Romans on Crusade, you can safely say the Celts were doing God's work.

"MacMahon! Stop ignoring me, damn you! I am a goddess!"

>Operation Silent Treatment is currently successful.
>Continue with OST?
>Talk to her?

>>21558133
>Talk to her.
I'd like to pull the Vance Stubbs speech all while smirking, but its a bit ambitious. Settling for the Vetinari approach.
"What I plan to do with Damascus? Make the most of what it can be. Simple as that."

>>21558133
>>Talk to her?

"Who the fuck are the Celts? I apologize for my ignorance; I usually limit myself to THINGS THAT ARE STILL FUCKING RELEVANT."

HUR HUR HURRR

>>21558133

"I will turn the city of Damascus into a jewel of the desert. She will be glorious. Soldiers will march through her streets, not heading to another fight, but on parade. The full might of her industry shall be turned towards bettering all men's lives, and protecting that which was fought and bled for. Now, forgive my ignorance, but... Who in the fuck are the Celts, and why were they killing Romans? I feel they deserve congratulations, for doing God's work, and, they're not particularly relevant to the conversation at this point in time." Now you can demonstrate what your father paid for when he shelled out the money to have you become a Knight-Brother. Intelligence!

"That is quite ambitious, MacMahon. Ignoring your rudeness, the Celts were a tribe over a thousand years ago that fought, and sacked, the city of Rome shortly after it's founding." Oh. That explains some. Few, if any, women could have known that. Maybe she is a goddess? MOVING ON, you decide to question her and turn the tables.

"My turn. What would you prefer I do with the city? Turn it into a wasteland of stone?"

"I have considered it."

>What in the fuck.
>WAT DO NOW?

>>21558474

Oh, right, like the little women who couldn't protect some trees are going to raze Damascus.

>>21558566
Well, uh... They undoubtedly have friends.

And Jehovah, who still actually has worshippers, is our lord and savior, the truth, the life and the light, and the hand held over us in abeyance. I think he'd notice if they tried to go that far.

Unless he doesn't actually exist or doesn't care. Which is maybe a valid concern, given that we have heathen goddesses seriously, like, walking right next to us.

>>21558787
Come on, Anon of /tg/. The fuck we gonna do?

>>21558810

Let's play Go Fish with Asherah. See if we can't get her to talk about herself with relation to Our Lord and Savior. They're kinda contemporary after all. We can open with something like, "Damascus is in the hands of the followers of The Holy Father. What makes you think that the hand he holds over his followers in abeyance won't be turned to pimpslap you if you tried it?" Or something subtler, except that MC William ain't exactly subtle. But let's see if we can lead her down that conversational path and see what she has to say about it.

>>21558871

Or, to be even less subtle...since Jehovah was her husband, we could ask why she thinks he won't be up for a little spousal abuse.

Where did you get the name of this Willaim, Ridire? Because he shares my mother's last name.

>>21559012
Couldn't think of a good first name. Stole my dad's. Last name wise, I ass-pulled it.

>>21558474
Thank you, /tg/, for not forcing me to call it a night yet.

"The city of Damascus is in the hands of thefollowers of Jehovah, your husband. Would The Holy Father allow his wife to threaten his followers freely? Asherah, you hold no power over me. The Holy Father will pimpslap you mightily if you tried to fuck with us, I imagine." You allow her to process this, and then throw in another metaphorical punch.

"Not only this, as Lord of all, are you not bound to obey Him? And since I am his servant, does that not require you obey myself?"

She sputters for a moment, then rejoins with, "As His wife, I naturally possess a higher feudal position than you. Thus, you're required to obey me."

>Ohshit.jpg
>Is she right?
>If so, what do you do now?

>>21559141

We serve her husband, not her. Ergo, while we owe to her all duties a servant owes the lady of the demesne, our first duty is to Him, and we must serve as a good steward and protect his interests first, exercising our best judgment when we do not have clear instruction in the matter

Therefore, NO. Stupid cunt.

>>21559258

As a continuation which just came to mind, how much power a queen really had was very dependent upon the court. For example, in pre-Norman English courts, the queen exercised almost no direct political power. We should probably try to subtly fish for clues about how the gods order themselves, if we can, though I'm not sure MC is that subtle.

>>21559141

"It depends upon what your duties as Lady of the Heavens and gods required, mistress." You're laying it on a little thicker than usual, but just in case is always a good thing, you think to yourself. Besides, dying without at least kissing her would be a waste of your stunning good looks.

"I ran His household, and when he was warring with the...demons, in this language, if another battle threatened, I would take care of it." So she did a wife's duty, stayed home, and took care of the estates? No big surprise there.

You both crest another hill and see Damascus laying before you, and from every flagpole, and hanging from spots on the wall, you see the flag of the Knights Hospitaller, signalling your lordship over it. And how she gleams in the mid afternoon sun of the Levant, begging to be made the capitol of a new nation. Flying above even the Hospitaller's banner, over the highest flagpole, however, is that of one man you had hoped to escape forever: Your father.

>Do you stop and continue to try and finagle information out of Asherah?
>Do you propose running off together?
>Do you continue your walk towards Dad?

>>21559451
>Stop for a moment, then continue
"So, given the Lord's power, why are you, his supposed bride, reduced to heckling a mortal servant, just another in a long line of conquerors? Did you bother the Saracen leaders when they took this city from its Roman rulers like this? Because I must say, you seem to lack the power of even the least angel I have heard of, let alone anything approaching the Lord.":

>>21559522

This. I am curious. Although it sort of makes sense, given that Damascus was allied with many of the Crusader Kingdoms. Jehovah is lord of all, so does that make her first responsibility the good of the whole rather than specifically his followers? And does that mean that Allah seriously exists?

Naturally we should hold off on meeting dear old dad again, and her response actually raises some interesting questions.

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>>21559451
You are William MacMahon, Conqueror of Damascus, Knight Hospital, and while you've been conversing with a goddess, your father has taken your city for himself.

You stop walking, even thinking for a moment, and then it all comes crashing back in on you. And then you slog forward once more at the soft pace you had been setting.

"So, given the fact that my Lord God is real, has power, and is your husband, why are you harassing me, just one more in an unbroken line of conquerors since time began? Are you harassing me because of what I did to the city, or because you- If you're real, and my Lord God also isn't a falsehood, then... Does the Islamic Allah exist?" Despite dreading the answer your find yourself asking, you wait for an answer eagerly, even leaning forward a little bit.

Asherah nods. "Yes. And despite what you did to the trees of my sister, I'm glad your order fights for the Jehovah. If not..." She shuddered, then as though the answer was too much to bear.

AND THIS CONCLUDES CHAPTER TWO. I stayed up for you guys. Be there Saturday. Moving to Saturday because reasons. Anyway, I'll probably do two chapters Saturday, Saturday night. We're gonna shoot for a 3 PM start time, CST. Stay elegan/tg/entlemen. And thanks!