"Heh. Graceful and tender elf? You? I can't believe I allowed myself to think such nonsense was true. You carry more bite than your cheeky daughter; you're just too good at hiding it. But you are right, boiled dumpling mother-in-law of mine. Let's go."
Sylvaris opened her previously closed eyes into narrow slits, staring at Quinlan with immense amounts of scorn. The soft moonlight in her gaze was replaced with the disapproval of a mother-in-law.
"Lady Luminara has her work cut out for her…" she muttered under her breath with a pitying sigh.
Quinlan just chuckled, brushing it off with the ease of a man who was far too used to being called a rude bastard.
But Sylvaris was right. It was not the time for jokes. He was in an active warzone, and they just decided to no longer be overly arrogant or commit stupid mistakes.
