Orville removed the hood from his face, revealing his ash-gray goblin face. A golden monocle was resting in front of his left beastly eye. Although he looked like a scholar, there was a strange vile vibe around him that made anyone think twice before approaching him.
Especially his sharp eyes, which seemed to be cut right through any fabric and see every part of their body.
Orville's lips curled up, revealing his beastly white teeth as he looked at Bart and Otto's stiff, smiling faces. He said in his hoarse voice, "Seniors, you're giving me too much face. Please accept my bow."
"There's no need. You're too polite!" Bart horridly waved his hands as his smile stiffened even more.
"Yes. You, young fellow, visit after a very long time, so we are very happy to see you." Otto also quickly denied it as he was much more natural at showing his fake expression than Bart. Still, a hint of apprehension was deeply hidden in his eyes.
