When the lieutenant and his host reached Illandria he decided to enter the city with a skeleton force to assign tasks to the locals, scout out suitable quarters for the men, and establish martial law. If the city were to survive they would have to cooperate entirely
(the Lieutenant assembles all of the men who seem of fighting age, begins to train them but fears they would enter battle green)
Lieutenant: (to his own men) we dont have enough time to make them into real soldiers and manage the city.
Soldier: we could always just set 'em to labour work
Lieutenant: hold up, i got a better idea...