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The General studied the commanders carefully as they handed their weapons to the soldiers. Prince Ritter did the same but glared towards Trivius as he removed his helmet.

Grudges never die, do they Ritter? his thoughts brought him to a darkened place in his mind. Visions of striking down the prince in cold blood clouded his thoughts. Ritter's corpse fell violently as Trivius pulled his shortsword from his rival's chest.

The General shook those visions from his mind. Focusing on the task at hand was more important. "Very well, I will relinquish my arms also," Trivius agreed, "And bring 5 soldiers with you, I wouldn't want you to feel pressured or threatened during the negotiation." General Trivius Krutus knew he was a man of his word. Deception was never a tactic used outside the battlefield. A guard of the General's reform soldiers surrounded the group of Kenernian commanders and their five soldiers. "Don't be alarmed, they're simply escorting you." He could sense the tenseness of the Kenernians as his soldiers approached.

"Please bring the Emperor if you may," he requested, "I do wish to know you're not bluffing. Keep a blade to his throat if you believe we'll try to rescue him by force. If one of my soldiers or myself attempt to free him without negotiation, slit his throat." His stern voice and complete seriousness shocked some of his own soldiers. "Come, it is almost time for dinner, if we're going to spend the evening arguing, we may as well do so over a nice dinner."

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Ritter held in his frustrations as he complied to General Trivius's demands. "Listen to the man," he advised his companions, "But do be careful, I may not be able to negotiate with him cause of our past, I'll do my best to help though." Optimism shined on the exterior but he was nervous deep inside.