<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Eriden, you're irritating me!"</span></span><br/>Elerohim was walking through the rubble of the castle, losing his temper in front of a totally impassive servant who was quietly bringing a lot of useless things all by himself.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why do you never answer when I say something? I has said that we will stop here. I am so used by the travel. Install the camp."</span></span><br/>Elerohim was siting on an handkerchief to avoiding touching the pale stones. Finally, Eriden grant his prince's whims :<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You're stupid. It's only 2 o'clock. But, as you want. You're the prince."</span><br/>Elerohim stayed silent a minut before apologizing :<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I am sorry. I am only so tired. Maybe it is because the previous events. I can't already realise that they dared to do it. It is so unbelievable. Were we so bad?"</span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You were."</span><br/>Elerohin sighed and lay down. The cold of stones had lost all its importance. He was waiting for something, something that will count.