All armed men had their heads bowed as their great leader walked pass the passage way into his brother's room. He was in a bad mood, and these people knew best not to stir up the walking flames.
Getting to his brother's room, he slightly got the door opened, and instead of thundering hard to his brother, he spoke softly, but in an informal way.
"You had been in the room all day,"
Devan, who had been staring at the training soldiers, but inwardly thinking all day turned around to see his brother, standing by the door, with his right hand on the knob.
"Yes."
"I believe you had been staring at the training soldiers that you decided to make your listening ears silent the whole day."
Devan turned away from the window to look at his half-calmed brother. "What do you mean brother?"
