"Then don´t mind If I do." Walking like he owns the place, Gerak sath to the offered seat.
"..."
Standing beside him, he frowned upon the dwarf's behavior.
And he wasn't the only one.
"...Archman, close the door so that we can have some privacy between us."
"Yes, sir."
Closing the door, the rather muscular elder turned this head straight at me.
"Don't you want to take a seat?"
Before being able to reply, the mass of wasted air got ahead of me.
"You don't have to worry about him. He is just a mercenary that works with me."
"..."
'You bastard! Are you so petty to make me stand like that the whole time!?'
Though I am undead and standing still for all eternity would in theory be possible. It didn't mean that I would be happy about playing the statue.
At least those were my inner thoughts.
Regardless of my enmity, I knew that the despicable dwarf did that to make me look more like a bodyguard.
