As the whispers began to fly, the wood elves in the carriage, those who actually knew Eliron's true age, gave him a blank stare.
'Is he serious right now?'
He was so young that he had just recently left childhood, yet the oblivious humans couldn't tell.
While wood elves were able to tell the general age of their people, to humans they all just looked 'young.'
Yen, on the other hand, was dying of laughter at the back. She had a pillow over her face, laughing into the fabric.
Eliron was doing his best to keep a straight face.
'Since I have no other choice, I'll have to Karen my way through!'
The baron's son's face contorted with rage. "You will follow my order whether yo—"
"Be quiet, boy! I was in Kingsbridge long before your old man became adventurous with his third leg, show me some respect!"
Pft—
The onlookers held back their laughter, wide smiles etched on twitching lips as they watched the scene.
