"Hmm...as usual you and your lectures. I fear one day you are going to give them a lecture in the midst of a battlefield." A rough looking Sihapi muttered under his breath, deliberately keeping his voice loud enough to be heard by all.
Few soldiers snickered behind him at the obvious sarcasm.
Zamian in a casual tone, without taking any offense, replied. "There is a reason why I have produced two of the strongest Sihapi claws ever."
The men at the outpost glanced at each other in an awkward silence. The rough looking Sihapi, who had started this exchange coughed lightly.
"Ahh...alright, you guys can go. Umm by the way, I meant no offense, just joking."
Zamian lightly tapped on the man's shoulders as he passed by him.
"Yeah of course, you were joking." As he said that, he deliberately drew the last word, as if indicating he knew better.
As their group went a little different away from the outpost, the boy with the receding hairline asked in a curious tone.
