"Greetings Mazorith How are you this lovely evening?" King Ulric happily cheered.

...Nothing but a cold stare from mazorith...

"Yes, yes you never were much for small talk in my presence.  Good then right to what is truly at hand.  The east's armies are weaker from scouts reports but they seem to be taking their people into the war.  Giving farmers swords...Merchants with long bows.  This shouldn't concern me because they aren't trained as great but numbers are still concerning.  I wish for you to take some of our people.  Give them their weapons and have some of our warriors train them.  Also I wou-"

"My lord how could you think such a thing?  Your power is nothing without the people of the land you'll lose must favor in our lower classes!!"

"Mazorith...your the captian of my army, NOT! my advisor!! you will do as your told not as you wish" Ulric stands up and looks out the great window.  "You remember why you are fighting this war," he turns to stare at Mazorith, "don't you?"

Mazorith lowers his head "yes my lord."

"Good now gather what serfs you will for war.  Just look on the bright side your returning to your own people....your dismissed"

Anger burned in Mazoriths eyes "yes...my lord.." he quickly turns and heads his way out of the room.

"Also get your rest you leave in the morning!"

Mazorith left without reply...

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