Sean was studying the man tied to a chair in a tent. The latter did not avert his eyes. He was also gazing at Sean in silence.
It was unusual for a traitor to be so quiet. Back in the old king's city, Sean had witnessed numerous betrayals. Although traitors tipped him useful information, Sean despised the worst of human nature portrayed by a traitor: avarice, obsequiousness and power-hunger.
The reaction of this man, however, raised Sean's interest.
After the two men stared at each other for quite a while, Sean broke the silence. "Name?"
"Joe," the man answered. "Are you the commander here? I mean the commander of the Graycastle troop rather than the lord of Thorn Town or some other random lord."
"Is that important to you?"
"If you aren't, I won't spit a word, because... there's no point of doing that."
"This sounds quite interesting," thought Sean.
