"Stop pacing, it's irritating." A certain young man irritatedly said as he covered his eyes and leaned back in the chair and stretched out.
The other occupant in the room paid his complaint no heed and continued his pacing. The man had a side fringe covering a deep scar on the side of his face, which peeked through the hair as he paced along. "I think...after all, we need to storm the palace..."
"There's still an army sitting outside the capital...you couldn't even bring all your men here, much less make an attempt to "storm" into the palace..."
"Then let's sneak into the palace, I have enough men here for a covert operation."
"We don't have anyone in the palace prison, all our contacts within the palace guards are gone. That stupid Emperor is unfortunately not an idiot... and I'm not going in blind." The sitting man calmly interjected.
