With each step the drunk general took towards Arlan, the prince's muscles could be seen tensing up. As the person closest to him, Drayce could clearly see his friend wavering.
Although the banquet hall was noisy, Drayce spoke in a low voice, using a small western dialect in order to make sure nobody else but the Prince of Griven could understand his words, "Remember the plan. Talk straight, looking into his eyes that will show you are not scared of him. Play hard to get and show you anticipate more from him. Challenge him."
Arlan frowned inwardly. He wanted to curse but couldn't show anger on his face as the general's sight was fixed on him. With gritted teeth, Arlan spoke in the same dialect, "Words of experience? It seems like you had spent many nights with him during your kingdoms' battles."
"If so, he wouldn't be standing here," Drayce scoffed.
"You kept him alive for me to see this day, you…."
