The sounds of boots drumming against the muddy ground could be heard throughout the encampment. It had rained recently and left everything soaked. Kaiza Asael stared down at the small body below him. Hailing from the small country of Munificus, they were his enemy. A pipsqueak that his troops captured an hour prior.

“A dainty thing,” he thinks. To Kaiza, it was almost laughable. Who in their right mind would enlist someone as small and weak as the person before him? They barely had any meat on their bones, much less any muscle.

“Where's your commander?” Kaiza questions without a second moment of silence. Quick to the point and concise with his words. Time was of the essence and he didn't plan on wasting it.

After all, it didn't matter if they didn't speak. He had other methods of getting them to talk.