King John walked amongst his soldiers watching them train in the blazing heat of the sun. To his right was his Battle Commander who was currently sucking up to him. To his left was a servant holding an umbrella over him and matching him step for step.
"This level soldiers are all almost battle ready, Offense brigade. They, of course, consist only of the citizens of our kingdom. The other two levels are the Defense brigade and..." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "the bait."
King John wrinkled a mustache at that. "The bait."
The Commander, a stout and round old man who was still the commander of the soldiers because of his connections and cunning way of thinking rather than for his strength, let out a hearty laugh.
The king only stood in silence, waiting for his good friend to share
