"Everyone's already accepted him…"
"Did everyone go mad while I was away?" Jorel murmured, his voice laced with venom, drawing hushed glances from those nearby.
"But sir Jorel," Marichi began softly, his tone cautious.
If his hostility continues like this…
It'll be hard for me to gather intel here…
I obviously can't make him at least like me, not with how his behavior is.
But at least…
"What did I ever do to deserve you acting like this towards me?" Marichi bowed, a deep, formal dip of his head.
"Hey… You don't have to bow to everything," Zeke interjected, stepping forward.
"---Yes, you do!" Jorel cut Zeke off, his voice sharp and absolute.
"Especially to me." He raised his tone, his entitlement flaring.
"So do me and Shimon bow down to you?" Zeke retorted, standing protectively in front of Marichi.
He glanced at Shimon, who merely lowered his head and averted his face, clearly wanting no part in this confrontation.
"No…" Jorel's voice dripped with disdain.
