Internal Conflicts

Henrie never went far. He was just behind the wall heading outside the prison. He had been there the whole time, listening to their conversation to gauge which of them was more prone to spill the tea, and what kind of internal conflict he could inflict on them.

He stood there until his legs were sore, but it was worth it. After a while of listening, Henrie found the core distrust within the group. He deliberately called someone named Peter from the group. 

Peter was brought to another cell, far away from the rest of the group. He was given meals and beverages. They were the kind that commoners would have never tasted their whole life. 

If Peter was a commoner, he would go crazy once he tasted them. If he was once a noble, he would miss his life back when he was still surrounded by comfort.