"I was talking about you. That poor guy was just trying to do his job." Quylla sighed.
"Oh." That was all Morok managed to say.
An Awkward silence ensued until they ordered and received their food. It took Morok a few bites to collect himself and say:
"I'm curious about what led you to leave the academy and search the guidance of an Emperor Beast. I mean, your family is loaded, your father is a hotshot in the Knight's Guard, and the few times we spoke in Kulah, you always talked about your plans of becoming a Professor."
"It wasn't an easy choice to take." Quylla felt flattered by the fact that he still remembered those bits of conversation after so many months and together with the good food, it helped to break the glacier between them.
