Arin sat in a war room with 6 skeleton generals seated in front of him, plotting their next move.
"So, Arin," Gray said. "What is our move?"
They were sitting in a round, white quartz room, discussing their attack plan for Warminger Hold.
"We should attempt a frontal assault." One of the generals said in a very dark tone.
"Hm," Arin said in a heavy German accent. "That could work."
"I think we should send out some Bone Thieves and some BoneHunters." Gray said thoughtfully.
"No, I don't think we should do that," Another General responded.
"I suggest we send out catapults and trebuchets, guarded by Skeleton Warriors."
"No, I wouldn't advise this. There would be monumental casualties and we would lose our ranged weapons." General Eisenhower angrily announced, punctuating it by banging his boney fist on the table.
"NO! We should NOT send out our ranged weapons when they will most certainly be destroyed!" General Trimond yelled loudly, hoping to get his point across.
Amidst all this, Arin was sitting calmly as his Generals fought over a plan of attack.
As the three generals fought, a scout entered unnoticed.
"Lord, I come with bad news." Arin practically leaped through the mountain his war room was in with surprise.