Beowulf glared at Klyn. This was one of the things that he didn't like about Klyn -- the deception -- the disregard for other people's pain. How could Klyn be asking him such questions when he knew what they had done. Beowulf knew that Klyn had followed Antonio and Marmin for the attack on the Yidal Kingdom. Beowulf knew that Klyn didn't have goodwill for him at heart, so the question that Klyn had just asked irritated the hell out of Beowulf's soul.
There was a part of Beowulf that wanted to let out a burst of laughter at what Klyn had said, instead, Beowulf turned around and began to walk away. He put his hands in the pocket of the trousers that he was wearing, intentionally securing the bracelet. He wasn't going to lose that. It was a valuable thing to have, Beowulf had thought and decided.
"Grrr..." a grunt escaped Klyn's throat as he stared at Beowulf's back with a deep scowl on his face. He ground his teeth together as rage swirled within him.
