They filed into the command tent and sat on either side, their curious gazes fixed on the Centaur Warrior.
"Trilman, what's going on with this Centaur?"
A burly Beastman asked, looking at Prince Trilman in confusion.
This burly Beastman was General Wilson, one of the Beastman Generals and Commander-in-Chief of the Madar Mountain garrison.
Prince Trilman sighed and turned to the Centaur Warrior.
"Go on, tell them what happened in the Centaur King City."
The Centaur looked around, his expression dazed.
"My lords, I am a servant of His Highness the Prince of the Centaur Clan..."
The Centaur went on to describe in detail the tragic events he witnessed while following Prince Feiseli. Afterward, Prince Feiseli had fled to parts unknown, leaving him behind.
After the Centaur Warrior finished his story, the assembled Tiger Race and other Beast Race generals all exchanged glances.
In each other's eyes, they all saw a single word: Baffled.
'What in the world was all this?'
