Know Your Surroundings

His eyes wavered over the foreigner once more as he spoke. The unbridled annoyance in his tone was enough to stir a faint rise out of Mordecai, though it was brief. That rise was bottled down and tucked away with so many other things he kept from boiling to the surface. It didn't matter to him then what it was that the other had come seeking, or that the other spoke in accents that suggested a different tongue. "Leave," he offered, "tell your leader to send someone with manners." That rise in him didn't have to hit the surface of his expression; it echoed in his tone. The unease he had picked up on in Andalusia made sense to him now, and he found that he cared little of rough intrusion for information.