Ares approached the enemy's camp, wearing a long cloak around his body. However, he did reveal himself fairly quickly.
"May I eat some food?" Ares asked who he assumed to be the leader of the camp. Around them were a few hundred warriors. They remained silent as they stared at Ares, who sat down nearby.
"Excuse me," Ares said as he looked around as Xan sat down beside the king. "I hope you don't mind, I am rather hungry."
"What are you doing here?" asked the boarman who led the group of boarfolk.
"I just so happened to smell something delicious nearby so I came," Ares said as he motioned his head to Xan. "Isn't that right, Storm Lord Xan?"
Xan did not reply, though the boarfolk gasped at the name.
The boarman's eyes fell on the form of the Storm Lord, whose eyes were glued to the boarman's own.
"B-boss…" called a warrior nearby, with fear in his voice.
