There were four of them seated in deep contemplation in the tent, a rather sombre mood, settling, as the light filtered through the opening. Rayalavaaru, was deeply contemplative, as he looked at the man sitting across him. Endowed with a broad chest, and shoulders, which had borne the scars of many a battle, and eyes that pierced with a sheer intensity. His long hair locks cascading down his shoulders, his thick black moustache fiercely reflecting the pride of his clan. Not an ounce of fat on his body, as he stood in front of the Raya with reverence.
Chapter 2-The Strategy
Chapter 2-The Strategy
Chapter 2-The Strategy
There were four of them seated in deep contemplation in the tent, a rather sombre mood, settling, as the light filtered through the opening. Rayalavaaru, was deeply contemplative, as he looked at the man sitting across him. Endowed with a broad chest, and shoulders, which had borne the scars of many a battle, and eyes that pierced with a sheer intensity. His long hair locks cascading down his shoulders, his thick black moustache fiercely reflecting the pride of his clan. Not an ounce of fat on his body, as he stood in front of the Raya with reverence.