"That's the summary."
I massage my forehead.
How on earth did I even get involved with all this in the first place?
I let out a soft sigh. "So? What do we need to do?" I ask.
"It's simple. You see, the fifty in our troop aren't weak at all. In fact, they're quite strong because they've been through countless battles with me and they didn't die. They just have.. problems. Alberto and I were looking for ways to fix these problems before he passed away yesterday. But for now, I think just returning their morale would be enough to progress with the troop battles."
"And how do you suppose we do that? Bringing their morale back?"
He stands, his right hand balancing on his waist. I sit on the sandy ground, holding my knees with my arms as I look up at him.
"Hmm, I've never really thought about that.."
He's caressing his beardless jaw, looking down with narrowed eyes and a wrinkled forehead.
