"I can't believe you fell like a bat from the cave ceiling on the train," Glax teased, and poked Mors' fingers through the gap in his sandal. Mors quickly removed his foot.
"Glax, I thought you were growing up. But I see you just gave up on shaving, anyway. Come on, get off… Get a LIFE."
Suddenly Glax felt the realization of facts fall on his shoulders.
"Wait… what are you doing here?"
Mors looked down with disdain. "Damn you can see me. Glax of Valosia, I'm here on a business trip. Can you please mind your own business?!" He started talking calmly but by the end he was already pursing his lips in irritation.
"Tell me… what will happen here?" Glax demanded.
"How am I supposed to know? Do you think I have a private psychic?"
"Don't you? Why are you here? I demand explanations."
