Near the entrance of Wasteland Valley, an army of three thousand men were camping.
On a bonfire, a solider was looking at the flame with a frown.
"David, what's wrong?" A middle-aged man asked.
"Captain" David stood to greet the middle-aged man.
"Rest, tonight just treat me as a fellow brother" Said the middle-aged man.
He sat down beside David.
"David, I have known you since you were a brat, tell me, what's wrong?" Asked the middle-aged man.
David looked at the middle-aged man for some seconds before sighing.
"Captain, what are we doing here?" Asked David.
"What do you 'what', you know why we came here right?" Said the middle-aged man.
"What I mean is… why are we here? What is the point in killing a village that one cares about?" Asked David.
"Point? Hahaha, you are indeed young" Said the middle-aged man with a laugh.
David was confused by the captain's behavior.
