"Sorry, Tranton, but in the near future she'll be wearing cerulean blue," Reginol chimed in with a teasing grin. "And she'll--"
"That wasn't in the agreement."
"Excuse me…" Glaring back at Mertin, Reginol stated, "You have no right to speak out against your master."
"And you have no right to claim my daughter, only me. Unless you'd like to discuss this here and now…" Mertin replied, even taking off his mask for Tranton and the other nearby family's to see.
"Put that back on!"
"What's this? Libarn's been weaseling into the Practor Family?" Tranton asked loudly. "Still after Hurman's bloodline and techniques, I see?"
"It's none of your business."
"What if it was?" Tranton showed a quizzical brow. "I thought about asking later, but why not now… Hurman, mind betrothing Melinda to Trenk."
"Excuse me?"
"What?!"
"Father…"
