Arthur's eyes narrowed and his smile grew. "Yes, she was. She will be leading the charge." At the mention of silver, Arthur's smile turned mischievous, and he re-equipped his breastplate. He bowed. "As you wish." At the mention of a public torture, something dormant inside him, a sadistic side he inherited from his mother that he never knew was there, awoke, and his smile widened even more. "Of course, mother." he said, and walked out, heading to the barracks to begin preparations.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk