Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

Cormorant still hesitated, flighty. Weight traitorously leaned back, a low strangled growl curling in his chest. His voice was still high and sharp, Give me—a second.

He hated being rushed by Magpie of all people. Even worse, it was just serving to make him more anxious - which he needed none of. He wanted to knock Magpie away, swaying on his feet and bumping into him, before he seemed to come back to himself, trying to stare the river into stillness. His eyes were swirling with a loud and discomforted dread; enough so he was willing to oppose Magpie's hurried flight.