Brescia, Anning deployed the Redwood troops recruited from the Milan Republic here.
This evening, a young Milanese named Baz was warming up by the fire with some veteran soldiers.
From Rome northwards in Italy, the closer one gets to the Alpine Mountains, the colder it gets. By December, places at the foot of the Alpine Mountains like Brescia are usually draped in a mantle of snow.
Baz was vigorously rubbing his hands by the fire, trying to give his red, frozen palms a bit of relief. At that moment, a veteran beside him handed him a cup of hot coffee: "Here kid, hold this, it'll help you feel better."
Baz said thanks, then took the coffee cup, glancing at the black liquid inside.
Just from the smell, he knew it tasted horribly bitter.
Seeing Baz's expression, the veteran laughed heartily: "Kid, once you understand the joys of coffee, you'll be all grown up."
Anxious, Baz said, "I can drink coffee, I am already an adult!"
