"The expectations and decisions of our family are not your concern, Goltbred."
The sharp, vicious rasp in his old friend's voice took Ondua aback. He didn't think it was too far to show concern for his own son-in-law, but held up his hands in a placating gesture. The potential for having caught the man in a bad mood, or potentially a little drunk, ran across his thoughts… as an excuse.
"Peace, An. I meant no offense or intrusion. I only worry for the children's happiness. Surely you remember how it was, in our youth? We used to talk about the weight of family legacy - the struggle to carve our own paths?"
The black-clad swordsman's jaw clenched. His disgust at the man's attempt at camaraderie based on their past was left barely contained. Yet, he could not snap too far… no matter how much else was angering him tonight.
"Times change, Ondua. As do people."
