It was weird to see two strange men in front of me, one of them being younger than the other, he might be new I thought in my head. Sometimes the new men were asked to work in the palace to learn more from the other experienced guards.
The older man had a thick beard and a mustache giving him a rugged look while the younger one looked the complete opposite with his baby face and doe eyes. I had never seen either one of them before.
"We should get going," the older one said in a rough voice.
"Ye…" the younger one cleared his throat, "yes, you are right."
"Be confident," the older one scolded the other man. He was not scolding him, it was his rough deep voice that was giving the impression. The scars on his face and hands were giving the loud message of not to mess with him.
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