Durpada was terrified of looking at this state of Dorna, He who grows and learns with Drona knows the extent of his might of his.
If Drona really loses it and picks up the weapons now feeling of being insulted, Then there will be a bloodbath here, There will be a lot of casualties and worst of all, he will have to fight him.
"Drona!! A cow, you ask for? A meek plea from a man who has abandoned the world of war for that of the humble? Are you reduced to such modest requests, you who once bore the mantle of war and glory, Are you forgotten the divine knowledge bestowed on you?"
Drupada's voice echoed with amusement, a cadence that seemed to dance through the room, His voice carried a hint of condescension, a melody of wealth and status that sought to overshadow the man before him.
But after he spoke he was stunned by not knowing why he said such things to Drona. He wanted to calm down the situation and yet he saying this just crossed the line.
