It was late in the night and Alar was having an unusually deep sleep, when suddenly he was brutally awoken by a stick...

It was one of "the twins", only that this time there was also a knight wearing the Spanish colors and the coat-of-arms of the Royal House of Spain.

QUOTE:
So, the rumors are indeed true. My jailers were not only Templar, but also Spanish. I presume you call yourself a crusader...

And what is it that you want from me now stinky?

The guard gave Alar the message and the necessary tools for writing another letter, than he spat on the ground right at his feet. Sultan or not, it meant nothing to a man who understood nothing but his master's word.

The letter was short and Alar was sleepy enough not to feel interested in answering to provocations anymore. So he simply wrote:

QUOTE:
I accept the truce.

He than signed and sealed the letter and gave it to the Spanish knight. Somehow he trusted him more than he trusted the Templar.