"Sir Dolorem, isn't this accepted in the faith?"
"It is, Lord Bard, among men that is."
"Haha… then this is fine, right?... right? Let's go in and take a bath." Sylvester took a leap of faith and turned the doorknob, while Chonky was caught tight in his other arm, stopping the cat from running away from the bath.
He made as much sound as he could and entered. "I'm coming in, buddies."
"Ah! Max! Look at this. I can slide it in just like Felix." Gabriel excitedly turned to Sylvester.
At first, Sylvester wished to look away, but then he noticed that the scenes were different from what he had expected. Gabriel merely had Felix's longsword with him, in its equally long scabbard.
"What? What were you two doing?" Sylvester asked.
Felix scoffed. "Gab, this fool thinks a long sword can not be practically put on the back and be easily taken out from the scabbard. I was just showing him how to do it."
