Change of mind

19th July 1574

"It's been a while since we last met."

With both of our escorts standing down a few hundreds of meters away, I could finally recognise the man responsible for causing the commotion in his own ranks just a moment ago.

"It sure was, but I don't think we have the time to speak pleasantries right now. As I mentioned, I bring the news both urgent and dire."

Knowing the forms of the current etiquette, even while talking with someone who he perceived as a rebel, Peter Zboros would still take his time before we would start talking about anything of importance.

"Alleged rebel, approaching the punitive army himself? You sure have some guts, I have to admit that."

Rather than allowing me to actually speak my mind, Peter only swung his head to the sides with a look of disappointment deep inside his eyes. Seeing him like that, I couldn't help but realise that the way in which I treated him before, wasn't really fair.