Xiao Chen scratched the back of his head and stared at the many scrolls scattered in front of him. "Hah... I need some fresh air."
He stood up from his chair, which he requested from the trolls, stretched his back and limbs as his bones made cracking sounds. Days he had confined himself inside his tent and only went out to attend to his personal needs, even his meals were delivered to his tent by Grogus accompanied by his dedicated warden Aro'shanna who was always with him.
Aimlessly wandering around the tribe just to inhale fresh air and the trying to relax his stressed out brain. Xiao Chen met the workers who were always busy with all the tasks that he had given them. They saluted him similarly as his warriors, to which he nodded in response to acknowledge their salute.
The peaceful stroll of Xiao Chen was interrupted by the Gur'kan, who was sprinting towards him. From his expression, it seemed that he carries important news for him.
All wars are planned by old men in council rooms apart.
Grantland Rice