[Espy]

Attila looked the man up and down. Was this Darby...mocking...him? Yet he sensed no malice, and as much as he loathed sweets, it seemed the reasonable option was to accept this offering. He took the candy in one gloved hand and nodded slightly, unwanted memories of the his downfall rousing themselves from their deep slumber. Having choked to death, this food made him rather uncomfortable, and he slipped the bar into a fold on his cloak.

"So tell me. Why is it that you reek of blood and war, and yet seem such a...timid person? Humble..." No, there's something more than that... But Attila couldn't quite figure what it was, what this man was hiding.

He shook his head. it was of no consequence.

"...And what is your plan for this war? What did you have in mind for me?"