Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

My dad never taught me manners.

Glaukos was inclined to teach the boy exactly what was missing, and that phrase hung in his mind like a freshly built neon sign, turned on to blinding intensity.

He almost missed the question the boy posed and when he registered it, he began to march along again.

I'm not sulking, he sulked.

Hunting, checking this place out. Why? You thinking of kicking me off your turf? He looked at the boy again and didn't see a warrior; maybe a runner, someone quick but otherwise useless.

The words caused a pang of deeper emotion in Glaukos he did not know what to do with, so tried to ignore.