"All right… I am going," Zaos said after arguing with those two for half an hour. "If it is just an escort job, then I will do it, and I won't bring anyone. Also, Drannor. You can start looking for someone else to teach you magic."
"You are still angry, huh," Drannor said.
"Angry… angry you say," Zaos said. "I will bring my big sword on the trip, and then I will walk right behind hoping that I will trip on a pebble, and then I hope that the sword will pierce your back."
"I guess mad would be more fitting…" Drannor frowned.
"Whatever, I am leaving," Zaos said and then walked toward the gate.
"But it is too early," Drannor said.
"If I stay here any longer, I might not be able to hold back my killing instincts," Zaos said.
Zaos left while taking deep breaths. He really looked pissed off. Usually, he manages to keep his cool no matter what, but now it seems that Drannor surpasses the limits of what Zaos deemed acceptable.
