For the most part Anselm behaves himself and greets Kaylin warmly. Kaylin is rather excited to see a man materialize out of thin air; you'd think being an elf trained by an S-rank Mage would render you immune to such but apparently not.
Despite Anselm's warm visage of good tidings and fair wishes, obliging the young-old elf with her questions-she's very interested in how he floats without any aeromancy- and generally being a nice not sour person for once, I can see through it all.
And I see that Anselm is just as mad as I thought he would be.
Soon he tears himself away from Kaylin and asks if we could speak. Luckily, the tongue lashing is postponed when Kaylin hears we'll be going for a walk.
Anselm grits his teeth in annoyance but slaps on a smile anyway. This is an inconvenience for him brut a break for me.
Kaylin mentions wanting to get some surface food. She sounds like she hasn't had anything good in ages as we walk past the various stores.
