"Why doesn't this old codger rest in his grave? It's been so long and he's as nefarious as a rebellious teen. Bastard!" Golver threw the miscellaneous items present on his desk in anger, abusing the only person he was qualified to call 'old', Emertius.
Lumien wanted to pat his back and calm him down but at this moment, he was afraid to move closer, wanting to avoid any 'accidental injury' he might receive if that were to happen.
Although Golver usually was strict and cold around the younger generation, he wasn't someone with anger issues. Time had already dulled most of his emotions.
He was also surprised by his mood swings these days. On one hand, he was delighted by his disciple's progress and was determined to help him make sure there were no big complications in his path.
