"...I was painting upon a flowing river."
Clack.
On the other side, Marlik slowly drew his sword, the metallic sound echoing clearly through the surroundings before his voice followed a moment later.
"Tsk~ It's the refined brat."
Then he took several measured steps forward until he deliberately positioned himself between Sevar and the golden ring, making it clear that no conversation would proceed without passing through him first.
"What do you want?"
"...?"
Qarun's brows immediately drew together into a deep frown.
"Sevar, throw your dog aside before it's too late."
"Tsk." Marlik spat dismissively to the side before speaking again. "His Excellency the Archon doesn't have time for you, you weasel. I'd advise you to—"
"That's enough, Marlik." From behind him, Sevar finally opened his mouth, casually raising a hand in a calm gesture. "My big brother doesn't contact me every day, nor does he tell me I was right every hour. This sounds interesting."
"....."
