The overall atmosphere in the tent is more depressing than ever, with the dense shadowy clouds of defeat looming over the head of every Pasha and bey seated here. Ibrahim Pasha has compiled the overall statistics in to a paper, copied and shared it with the people here, with the intention that it is unfair for him to only have himself reading these pathetic statistics every day, he must share the stress equally with the rest of the gang so that he would feel a little better studying the negative emotions on their faces.
"How?" Ibrahim Pasha enquirer holding his chins. "Any thoughts on these figures?"
