"I shall discuss this with the general of the army," Said Mazin in appreciation.
Soon, he got back to the messenger, telling the man a happy message that a truce shall happen where both armies won't attack each other for the remaining of the day. Then returning to the field and duking it out once again.
As the night covered the sky and the moon shined dimly, Frigs walked through the busy camp of his army. Wounded or without a scratch soldiers doing their activities, sharpening swords, eating or hanging out near a campfire.
Though that night, might be a night where he used his brain the most, as he was headed toward the tent in the middle of the camp. Where he was greeted by the eyes of his officers, directed at him.
A round table and an empty chair on the edge of the table where he placed himself not long after he entered the tent. And immediately greeted by Connor with a question, "So, what's the plan?"
