"You call that weird? What about inviting me to come along without even a single passive-aggressive remark?" Morok pointed out. "I'm not mister golden boy, here." He jabbed his thumb at Nalrond.
"Your parents can't stand me, yet when Quylla told them she was coming alone, they insisted I should accompany her."
"That's indeed weird." The Agni nodded. "What did you do? I mean, recently."
"I did nothing! Wrong I mean." Morok rushed to add once he noticed a mean glare. "I'm helping Quylla manage the household in your parents' absence, taking administration classes, and working with Lith, Ryla, and Tista to study our eyes."
"He's telling the truth." Quylla nodded. "Sure, he made a few social blunders here and there, but nothing worth a scolding in person. Morok has come a long way since he was a haggard, unkempt, foul-mouthed Ranger who only wanted to laze around."
"Hey!" He said in outrage.
