The raging uproar of the battle stormed the room as soon as King Pete opened the door. The tides were turning against him this time, he had to calm down, to meditate his next move. But that wasn't the reason for him to be there, in that dark room. The clamour got appeased as he closed the door behind him, but he still could hear it, not the battle, the other sound, some calm noise, a soft snore coming from within those walls.

He inspected the room from the entrance, it was an old crown tower's room, big and dark. Only a little torch was left to light it up. Some swords were lying on the ground, gunpowder barrels on the right, an old xbow on a table… the leftovers of the battle. Looking for it's source, he walked scouting for that ever closer sound, and as he stepped by the supplies he spotted them. A bunch of green feet, he knew it!

Incapable of holding back his rage he opened the door and screamed while throwing one of the barrels outside:
- Attack, you lazy bastards!