Dear Survivors of the Coming Apocalypse...

...I wish to withdraw my application for the post of  'Unexpectedly Brilliant Natural Strategist' in your Plucky Drive To Rebuild Civilization From A Small Nucleus Of Unfashionably Sterling Worth.  While I am certainly of Sterling Worth, I no longer feel that any post involving me in any kind of military planning is appropriate.  May I please be considered for the post of Smartarse Political Oracle instead?

I've only just realized that my veteran skirmisher can use the background I gave Kate two months ago to completely screw over his mounted pursuers.  And that yes, of course he picked her brains thoroughly about the fell-country she knew so well in her youth, before he parted from her to get stuck into a guerilla war on the far edge of it!

No, Gray.  He hasn't forgotten about the obscure old hill-track that a four-generations old battle once turned on - not for a single minute.  But you did until today, didn't you?

490 words, and I am set to potato-peeling duty [Sulks].