Bree glared at Argit, who was awkwardly rubbing his neck as she demanded he answer her simple question, "What part of that man was chill?"
"Well, I haven't talked to him in …what, 15 years?" Argit laughed back nervously. "But after I fought you, I told everyone I could think of about you," Argit shook his head. "I was not prepared for old Thomas to have turned into such a…a drag; I mean, look at that!" Argit waved his hand up to the wall; Bree followed his motion to a decorative ornament hanging above the door.
The ornament in question was shaped like a W, with the center being much longer and the two sides being curved like an S, looping back in at the top.
"Alright, I don't know what my reaction here should be; I'm pretty sure I've never seen that thing before,"
"That's an insignia for the church of Salvo," Argit spat at the name. "Gods above, I hate them,"
