Henry's interest was piqued as he looked at the "person" before him, whose head was connected to its neck by just a flap of skin.
The creature's hands and feet were shackled in iron chains, but Henry didn't get too close. Who knew if this thing could spit poison?
The First Prince sat back down, watching Henry with great interest. A smile touched the corner of his lips when he saw Henry approach the grotesque figure without a hint of fear.
'Just as I thought. This is a man with absolute confidence in his own Bravery. It seems the rumors weren't exaggerated after all.'
He grew even more intrigued when he saw Henry stop a short distance away and squat down to observe the creature. The Prince stroked the beard he had purposefully grown, lost in thought.
"Ratifa, can you understand what it's saying?"
"It says... it will kill you, and that they will be victorious."
