General Varn tutted his distaste. He wore the golden colours of a General of the King's army on his shoulders, and he was well aware that the King would not be liking what he was seeing. "This strategy is beginning to become rather unsightly… From whence does he spawn such foul demons?"
"Magic, isn't it?" One of the Colonels nearest him said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
The General frowned a look of distaste at the man. "And magic has its limits, like all things do. Where are these limits, Colonel? Since you were confident enough to speak up and offer your advice, can you offer me that answer?"
The Colonel went silent, shaking his head, finally realizing the true nature of the question that the General was asking.
