"A soul seal is a form of mana branding. So long as it is active, we have to follow whatever the contract says." The lieutenant said grimly while sitting down. "What this means for you is that we will never betray you. The Empire treated us like slaves, we were worked harsher than the civilians we captured."
He sighed while the commander slumped over as well. "Most of us have been forced to be here, the only consolation was that our families were brought with us. We simply want an end to this war. A chance at peace. I am placing my bets on you and your men to finally have a year where I do not bury my brothers and sisters in arms."
Strizen looked at Eric, his usual harsh glare replaced by somber one. "We can follow orders, and understand that we will not be allowed access to your weaponry, we just want to be free from the shackles placed on us by that dreadful empire."
