Vesemir glared at Belengar until this long-faced Demon Hunter caught his breath, and seemed calm, only then did Vesemir release his grip on the other's shoulder.
Belengar rudely shook off the hand on his shoulder, glaring at Vesemir while rubbing the spot where he was pinned.
"Son of a bitch... Your grip hasn't weakened at all, old man!"
He cursed, while Vesemir just shrugged, unconcerned as he listened.
They were old buddies, so he knew this was Belengar 'listening to advice and backing down'.
"But those young ones don't seem to understand your goodwill... Lambert, that prick, is clearly avoiding you."
Belengar said discontentedly.
But Vesemir was quite open about it.
"We're avoiding each other because every time we meet, we end up squabbling. But what else can be done? The kid's prickly so we abandon him? Kick him out of the family, cut ties?"
Vesemir was afraid to stay here, fearing that Belengar would throw a fit again, so he talked as he led Belengar away.
