"One day? Ha!" Egil laughed heartily, countless sneers and disdain evident on his face, "Lowly Southerner, I'll give you at most two hours! Otherwise, my army will storm the inner castle and annihilate every Brittania person!"
Dalheid's face was ashen. He knew his plan had been seen through by Egil. After discussing with his attendant, Dalheid tried to negotiate again, "How about three hours!"
"Two hours!" Egil raised his Hell Battleaxe, "Once the two hours are up, I will attack the city!"
"...Fine." Dalheid knew he had no room for negotiation, the Duke agreed to these terms and then went down from the city walls.
