Caedos stood in the castle grounds, his three captains next to him. In the distance was what made up their little army, sparring.
"Trusting a Fiend is no different from trusting a Shadow Assassin." Captain Ayred said coldly.
"Half of his army has been decimated, he has reason to be wary." The third captain chimed in, he was of the opinion that they had been lucky not to have any casualties in the last attack, he hoped to keep things that way.
Caedos impassively listened to their opinions. After the one-sided battle only a handful of days ago, Grand Duke Morkoth had sent him an important message. The Fiend King wanted to call for a truce, calling for a discussion of peace.
The captains held varying opinions, Ayred was adamant about not honoring what was certainly a trap. No Fiend had survived the attack so they could use the same tactics as the last time when another inevitable attack was launched.
