Emberwood Light it up

Gunnar eyed the youth and then a low warning growl jumped unbidden from his lips, as he eyed the youth. His body went rigid and he stared him down, distaste written in every plain of his face.

The child was insufferable, rude, impolite and unmannerly and he had no time for it. He was old, but he wasn't dead and he wasn't stupid.

I have been here in these lands since before your mother was born child. You have no leave to tell me of what I can do, of where I can go and the words that come out of your mouth are obnoxious, rude and rather ignorant. Clearly no one cared about your upbringing.

There was a shift ot his expression. My bones maybe old, but they don't rattle. And the mouth on you scares more prey than the way I move.