[ALPHA EVANDER’s Point of View]
It took me a lot of self-control not to grin.
I couldn’t believe Randalf would give me my own tent for privacy. No guards, no whippings, and what I liked more about it was no silver chains around my ankles and wrists. It was small but the bed was comfortable. Above all, I could be myself whenever I was inside and that was the most important thing for now.
At least they didn’t bring me back to that cursed prison pit.
Randalf asked for me to go to his tent and I did. I was a leaf dancing with whatever direction the wind blows me. To know my enemy is to act like one of them. It’s the only strategy left, knowing how desperate Randalf wanted me to side with him in this war. He knew what I was capable of. He knew my skill and ability to plan and lead my people
