There was a brief pause as if they weren't expecting it to be true, and now they did not know how to act. The lieutenants were at a loss for words, and the soldiers looked to them for what to do next.
After what seemed like a full minute of pause, the lieutenants bowed and saluted.
"How may we help you, Young Master?" one of them asked.
Atrox smiled. "Let's go into the tent."
And then, without waiting for their response, he turned and walked toward the tent, disappearing inside. The lieutenants shared looks and then followed him.
The inside was bigger than Atrox thought, more cozy too. A table with five chairs dominated the center of the room. The table was filled with neatly packed papers.
Atrox moved toward the table immediately and poured himself some wine. The jug was an enchanted tool, and it cooled the drink.
"So this is what being a commander means? I'm impressed..."
