An ambush for a crown(2)

Two riders trotted along a narrow trail, their eyes constantly flicking toward the horizon. Truth be told they were happy with their role as scouts, as it allowed them as much freedom as they could have got while remaining soldiers. As they rode, the conversation naturally drifted toward their captain.

"You know what?" one of them began, his voice carrying over the gentle clopping of hooves, "I'll just say it we are lucky to have him as our captain. He always seems so... carefree. Drinks when he wants, laughs with the men, but never seems to actually do anything except riding drills."

The other rider, a bit older, shrugged. "Aye, I've noticed. They say the commanders of the other units are strict as nails. Keen on discipline.The black giant? More fierce than a bull. But Egil? He's always got a smile on his face, barely gives orders outside of training. Strange for a captain, eh?"