It was not the grandest tents ever made, but it was enough for a small army. That was how Messenger William felt when he reached the group of tents made for the Dazearyn troops.
'Are they underestimating us?' Seeing that the number of soldiers on their side weren't exactly a lot, the messenger couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows in response.
But right after he thought that, he immediately shook his head, shaking that thought away.
'No, no, no… don't think like that William. This is the Dazearyn Empire that we're talking about. They don't underestimate nor do they overestimate. I'm sure they have a reason for such a low soldier count,' He told himself as he was led to the main tent by two Dazearyn guards.
'I really wish I could go back to my home..' Looking at the tent in front of him, William couldn't help but let out a small sigh.