Erhard had enjoyed his retirement to some degree. The aging Alt-Regalian was infuriated when he was honorably discharged form the navy. He still had the spark, the drive, the skill. However, he accepted the lot that was given to him, living peacefully within in Drachenburg. The old man's mind still continued to run through military strategy and planning so naturally the elder Drache had the latest in military tactics brought to his desk. With every battle, siege, conquest the Empire engaged in Erhard Drache sat in the castles war room, drawing up plans that 'he would have done'. He continued this practice for the entirety of his retirement up until current events with the Empires various marks. The elder was baffled beyond belief, surely such madness is his old mind playing tricks on him? The difficulties plaguing the Obermark as well as actions taken in the Kaisermark. The aged Baron-Regent especially took notice of the Kaisermark when the amount of wealth in his allowance began to dwindle steadily. Finally, without any hesitation, Erhard deemed it necessary to sail to the Crown Isle to do what needs to be done. At seventy-eight years of age the man doesn't wish to die with his beloved Empire in a state of stupidity. Granddaughter in tow, Erhard heads out from Drachenburg. He will locate the appropriate parties and teach these young pups how an old dog does it.
"Someone needs to do it. If I die I plan to die as a savior, not a bystander."
"Someone needs to do it. If I die I plan to die as a savior, not a bystander."
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