Damian and Kyle sat there like two obedient puppies, their eyes wide and eager, waiting for General Sadistic to toss them a bone. They were perched on their chairs, leaning forward, their hands resting on their knees as if they'd bolt the moment the "master" gave his command. It was a pitiful sight—two grown men reduced to this level of submissive desperation, all for the promise of coins.
The General glared at them with an expression that could only be described as pure disgust. His face scrunched up, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering how the hell he ended up babysitting two adults whose dignity had apparently evaporated at the mere sight of money.
"Why," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, "why did I have to stick my nose in other people's business? I knew this was a bad idea the moment I stepped into it. Now look what I've got... two coin-hungry idiots groveling at my feet."
