Uncle Abhiram was miffed at the pompous old guru, sitting easily in the carriage, undermining the lord commander at every opportunity. He, too, was getting old, but he still had his marbles where they belonged. At present, though, he did not want the old bastard to spoil his mood. So, Uncle Abhiram decided to engage in some friendly banter with the northern youth, who joined them for the rest of the journey.
"So lads, tell me about yourselves. Are you all training to be Tantrics?" He asked the tantric apprentices riding after him. They all nodded, unsure if they dared speak to the Rakhtaprastha commander.
"Cat got your tongue, lads?" He bellowed.
A high-pitched voice immediately sputtered, "Yes, sir! I mean, no, sir! I mean, yes, we are all training to be Tantrics. With the North Guild, sir!"
