The iron door closed heavily, shutting Droolte's screams behind it.
Banifus and Mizam arrived at a reception room within the castle, and a few servants immediately brought out some wine.
Gulping down a large glass of wine, Banifus plopped into a chair with a look of despondency, "It's all done for, absolutely done for."
"What's done for?" Mizam, Priest to Prince Kongdai, asked with a smile.
"Can you still laugh? We only caught a few of the farmers who followed Saint Son Horn in rebellion. Bishop Constantine isn't a fool; he'll just think we have returned in complete defeat."
"But we have returned in complete defeat, haven't we? Those refugees ran away; isn't that a defeat?" Mizam took a sip of wine, "But defeat doesn't equal failure."
"Sir Mizam, what do you mean?"
"You don't understand this, do you?" Mizam bent down, making Banifus bend down too, and the two began to whisper.
"It's normal if you haven't experienced something similar before; let me teach you.
