The Captain "Come on in." The voice said.
I walked into the dimly lit tent, appreciating being out of the sun. A few guards followed me inside to ensure I wasn't a threat. "You called for me, sir?"
"Ah yes, Captain Burns." the man said. The man, who was the commander of the army, looked little in his chair. He had a blue and gold hat covering his bald head. A cloud of white hair made up his beard. I haven't seen him up close in person before, my only sightings of this man being when he gave his speeches. Either way, I was unsure as to why he had called me in at such a random time of the day.
"What do you want, sir?" I asked, emphasizing on sounding respectful and polite.
"Oh, I just want to have a little... Chat." the commander said.
Well, isn't that specific? "Er... What do you want to chat about, then sir?" I asked, still maintaining my tone of respect.