Unseen Threats.
"I don't trust him," Ethan announced with his voice chiseled, feet pacing across the strategy room. The flickering candles had dimly lit the room, shadows dancing across the walls of his troubled mind. In there, it tingled with anxiety for his senses, which were at an elevated state of intensity; he was just uneasy deep inside.
From the center of the room, resting against the large wooden table, was his closest friend Grayson. He looks over, his eyes shifting from the table down to his friend.
The top is littered with spread maps, documents, reports, razed, submerged, riddled with holes all thrown about in utter chaos.
"The stranger? You think he's lying?" His words came measured, but the flicker in his eyes spoke of worry.
Ethan stopped pacing and turned t
