Oren stepped in front of the three guards before Harolin reached them.
He smoothly slid between them that even Harolin was expecting him. He just stood there in their path and looked at them.
"Don't you have somewhere to be than to gossip?" Oren said.
They looked at him, almost telling him to mind his business. Then they looked past him and saw the weight plate in Harolin's hand, and the cold look and murderous intent on his face. Something in all three of their faces arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously.
"Sorry for the disturbance," the first one said.
"I have something important to do..." The other one added
They left quickly, closing the door behind them immediately.
Oren exhaled deeply and turned around.
Harolin was standing with the 25kg plate in one hand looking at the door they had just walked through. He wanted to go after them and bash their head. Even if it's just one of them. There was no way he could forgive them for talking about Ruaan.
