Dominic nodded as the Prince finished that part of his speech, but the Prince was not planning to go into any more detail than that, and instead pivoted to the militia recruitment that would be expected in the first round of recruitment.
"You don't look concerned." The man on Dominic's left noted as the Prince finished his speech.
"Who do you think will be making those magical rifles for the new Regiment? That's my new assignment, and I will be starting on them tomorrow, right through the end of the war, most likely." Dominic replied with a shrug.
The young Noble nodded in understanding. "I get it. Normally, a Sorcerer led unit is shock troops, first in, never out. But as a Weaponsmith, your magic is so much more valuable here that they can't afford to send you anywhere else."
Dominic chuckled. "I know we're not really popular in the Noble district, but damn."
The young man belatedly realized what he had said, and a man behind Dominic began to laugh.
