"Sorry, are we supposed to believe anything this guy says?" A rude adventurer spoke up, folding his arms over his fur-coated, steel armor.
["Gallo Briggs"] [CLASS: Berserker] [Level: 17]
"I–" Jon attempted to speak up, scratching his neck.
It was Thorgul that intervened, pointing his sharp, aged glare at the much taller figure across the courtyard, "Apologies, Lord Schoeller, but I cannot let the comment made by this buffoon stand."
Leon waved his hand with a welcoming smile, giving the old butler complete freedom to speak his mind.
'I totally wanted to punch this guy anyway, so let 'em have it,' he thought.
"Buffoon–?" Gallo reacted to the remark, stepping forward as if to impose his size on the elder.
There wasn't one speck of Thorgul that flinched at the attempt at intimidation, "I do not know you, but the impression you've given me is of a buffoon, therefore, that's what you are."
"You–?!" The towering man raised his hand.
