"Ah, I love the smell of Games Workshop acrylic hobby paint in the morning." said General von Drosselmaier to his young, impressionable ADC, Major von Kallweitschen, as the two men observed the heavy casualties inflicted on their 11th Engineers and Leib Grenadiers from the comparative safety of a ridge to the east of Saegewerkdorf. Observing the current lull in fighting outside Saegewerkdorf through his spyglass, the young von Kallweitschen drew impatiently on his clay pipe, turned to his commander and asked, "What shall you do now, Herr General?"
Across the battlefield, on the hill above the sawmill complex, still held securely by half of his sapper battalion, that most vile of Stagonian officers, General von Drednoz, grinned maniacally in the saddle and twirled the end of his mustache between a thumb and forefinger. It was, he thought, a good day indeed!