Why Didn't It Work?
In another part of Sandulf's home, Klyn walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. His teeth were gritted and his eyes had reddened out of the anger that he was feeling. He hated for his plans to fail. He hated disappointments. Whatever Klyn had imagined, that was the way he liked things to go -- just like it was in his mind.
But this time, it hadn't happened like that and Klyn was furious. He ran to one of the wardrobes in his room, picked up the heavy thing, and flung it against a wall in his room. It seemed to have not shattered to Klyn's satisfaction, so he went there again, with more rage this time, picked it up, and flung it in another direction. All the while, he screamed and yelled.