Bishop Quona was thrown off her rhythm, but only a second passed before her confused face hardened into a look of stern disapproval.
"Typical commoner, no manners, no sense of propriety," she muttered audibly enough for Mir to hear. Mir knew that most people from the subterranean cities harbored an elitist mindset, treating commoners as inferior human beings. But he hadn't expected to face it from someone who was supposed to be on his side...
"Ahem, young man, this is serious business. I advise you to keep the humor under your tongue for now and let things be done with quickness. You wouldn't want to leave a bad impression on the tribunal overseeing your brother's case, would you?" This came from Bishop Farendel, the youngest and most approachable-looking among the trio. A mysterious smile seemed to be glued at a corner of his lips. It hadn't receded once since Mir's entry, not even when the man was speaking.
