"…Opportunity, is it?" Daniel said slowly, his hand falling to play with the hairs of his thick and recently greying beard, as he often did by habit. "I suppose we shall see."
"Take a seat there, and we'll find out," Greeves said.
"I'd apologize to the Sers in advance," Daniel said, slapping his knees as he lowered himself into his chair. "I only know the bare minimum of noble courtesies. I'd not thought that I would be dealing with anyone other than the merchant today."
"You need not mind us," Oliver said. "We are only here merely to observe."
Though that was what Oliver said, Daniel found himself feeling quite the opposite impression. Even if they were only there to observe, it was impossible not to mind them, with how intensely they seemed to be intent on carrying their observation out. He wondered if they were even aware of how deeply the looks that they gave him were digging.
