General Ryan walked out of the tent with the bowl in hand. A soldier came to take it from him. His lieutenant came up to him, gazing into the tent flap. "The young prince, he seems strange. He does not seem like the same person."
General Ryan gazed back at the tent with a slight frown. The black secret guards had already opened a report on the prince. According to it, the young prince of Galius was a brave young man and a bit less outspoken. The guy they had captured kept on yapping until his ears bled.
"They used a decoy on us," his lieutenant sneered. "And now they are pretending to surrender if we give them their prince. Shit, it's all a play. They are going to attack us."
