"What... My soldiers and I can't have weapons inside the city…!" General Pho held his forehead and wanted to laugh. "You do know we are an army, right?"
Dewey grinned, "So you say…."
"…." The laughter left Pho's face, "What did you just say?"
Dewey smirked then spoke louder for Pho and his soldiers to hear him, "I said, so you say. Like I said before, you need approval before being accepted as an army in capital."
"By…" Pho stepped into Dewey's personal space, "...whom?"
"By the City Lord...of course."
Pho rocked on his heels and crossed his arms over his chest, "Of course…" These Amara bastards want to restrain me…!
Dewey stared at the General, "Any other questions or concerns?"
"No…"
"Good." Dewey went to return to his men when General Pho spoke again.
"However, I can't agree with the City Lord's rules. I was sent by his majesty to escort these people to the city-"