Calmly Cassius looked at Isaac with a smile that reached his eyes only barely enough to look civil. Isaac who had been smiling shuddered when the sudden shift in air suddenly stirred between them and even his guards who had been standing five feet away from him began to sweat nervously as they glanced at Isaac, wondering when the signal to attack Cassius back would be given to them.
With ease Cassius watched the nervous people, his smile unchanging. He turned to the ship, "I do remember," said Cassius, "Your king. He is old and sickly isn't he? Knowing such odd illness that caused his body to rot must have made the kingdom to panic and urge him to establish a will or perhaps the heir to the throne. Yet despite being so close to grave, he had never made his choice. Despite having six son."
