She didn't need to ask anything to know that some sort of an unforeseen coincidence happened here and forced my hand.
"Don't worry my lord, I'll make you proud of me," he took two steps to the back, bowing deeply to me.
He was one of the Hector race generals, the ones I claimed during the frenetic battle a long time ago against that king, "I'll do everything in my power to try and secure the lands of the lord. I will also try my best to claim my stolen homeland."
I couldn't see through him totally, but he seemed quite pumped up towards his lost continent. That continent was his homeland it seemed, and now that homeland was controlled by the zombies.
And he seemed to hate that deep to the bones.
"Good lad," I copied the way Sith spoke with me here and patted him thrice before watching him leave.