The general of this small army was a lazy sort of man. He didn't have the stomach for war, and honestly did not like to see battle in action. When he saw people fighting and dying for their homes, it reminded him of how much of an awful person he was. He would rather sit back and watch the war as a bunch of moving marks on a map that he could manipulate strategically. That was all his father required of him, and so that was all he would do. Leave the atrocities of war to the soldiers.<br/><br/>When he heard the screaming of a woman in his camp, he emerged from his tent. "What is this? Why have you brought this woman here?" he demanded.