"Oh, you geezers already gathered, huh? Real fast."
A boy who looked no older than 10 entered a long, dimly lit room with a table in the middle. On it, a diverse group of 7 people were sitting down, clearly discussing something important. All of them had exceptionally serious expressions on their faces.
"This is no time for your nonsense, Saint of Ordema. Sit down."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hag," the young boy said while grabbing the seat nearest to him.
"What did you call me, you little sh—"
"This Saint called you a hag, hag. Now, can we move this along? This Saint ain't got time to be sitting around like you fossils."
"You—" The woman looked fully intent on letting the brat in front of her have a piece of her mind. However, being mindful of the other people at the table, she calmed herself. "Consider yourself lucky."
"You think this Saint needs luck? Ignorant hag."
