[Storyteller's POV]
Returning Rexorem to his Bond Seal, Layland walked towards his troop mates who had gathered themselves slightly away from the Dukedom's gate.
They had dismissed themselves early from the battlefield, leaving Layland facing twenty-one soldiers by himself. It wasn't an impressive number, of course, and they hadn't posed any challenge or whatsoever to Layland.
'Ooh... The eyes. Those eyes are yearning for an explanation,' Layland mused.
All of his troop mates were looking at him curiously, and he knew what they probably wanted to hear from him—the stunt he had pulled a few moments before. He had, luckily, already thought of a plausible excuse, so he was calm about it.
Upon arriving in front of his troop mates, expecting to be immediately questioned, he was greeted by silence. It was preserved for a couple of seconds, until his troop mates eventually nodded their head in understanding.
