"Since you hate the idea so much, then forget it. I will just find someone else to take the glory." Vritra shrugged with feigned indifference, then casually glanced around the area.
"Although Lord Dipper specifically asked for you, I would, of course, be more than happy to take someone else, Green Pickle. Honestly, that beggar over there seems far more suitable for the task."
Without bothering to look back at him again, Vritra pivoted and flew directly towards a ragged beggar sitting not too far away on the dirt path.
Green Turd was genuinely surprised at the sudden, sharp change in address. Just a few moments earlier, Vritra had called him 'sir' and built up his ego, and now hearing his ridiculous nickname spoken so casually felt deeply disrespectful.
He had already grandly imagined himself as a highly respected figure within the ranks, looking down on everyone. Suddenly, frantic doubts began to pour into his narrow mind.
