A sleepless night.
Suleiman sat in the seat of honor inside the command tent at the camp outside the city, dark circles under his eyes as he slumped heavily against his chair in exhaustion.
Roslyn and Lushen sat on the right side of the command table, watching Suleiman with strange smiles.
Bronn sat cross-legged to the left of the command table, carefully trimming his nails with his dagger.
"This won't do, Lord Suleiman!" Bronn looked up with a sly grin.
Suleiman rubbed the back of his neck without answering.
"Is sleeping in a noblewoman's soft bed somehow more tiring than sleeping on this hard campaign cot?" Bronn blew the nail clippings from his blade with a smirk. "What a pity. I was planning to show you sights beyond the Riverlands someday."
Suleiman still ignored his teasing and looked at the three of them instead. "I need someone to remain in Valleydeep Town as captain of the guard. Do you have any suggestions?"
Roslyn and Lushen immediately lost their smiles and lowered their heads deeply, afraid of being chosen. Neither of them wanted to be separated from Lord Suleiman.
"Ah..." Suleiman sighed. Seeing their expressions, he knew neither wanted the post. As for Bronn, who was eagerly raising his hand nearby, he simply pretended not to see him.
"I need someone to stay behind in Valleydeep Town. That person must be loyal to me and ensure my interests." Suleiman looked at the two of them. "I plan to bring Old Nicken over."
"That person will need to follow Old Nicken's orders."
So he needed to leave behind some soldiers to assist Old Nicken and prevent any mishaps. The only people he could trust were Lushen and Roslyn. Foulkeep was simply too poor, so he would abandon it for the time being