Good Guy Bad Guy

"So how do we do it? How do we invade such a clearly, well defended town?" One of the men asked as his eyes looked into the distance at the sign that carried the name of the town... Aldren

Deamon sat in contemplation. Surely, there was the option of just walking in, but in such a place, they would stand out like a sore thumb. 

Besides, the members of this town known as Aldren were naturally suspicious of any that approached the town. 

But then again, that did not mean that people did not come and go. 

Deamon could not help but think hard. "If the Prince was in this position, what will he do?" he asked himself. 

Deamon did not know Chiron all too well, but there was one thing he knew more than anything. And that was the fact that Chiron never set out to win a battle he was sure to lose. 

Chiron had led them for a long time. In that time, they had learnt a lot. He was no exception.