"Mr. Marlebaz, you know why I'm in this line of work. Is it entertaining to keep rubbing salt in people's wounds?" Jerald said impatiently, his goatee swaying gently as he spoke. The words had a peculiar accent, clearly not quite fluent in Brittania's noble tongue. His accent was strange, like a curse.
Mathew Bade was somewhat unsure: "Did you return to Brittania because you wanted to visit your hometown?"
"Would you believe me if I said so? Is there a need for me to explain anything if you don't believe me?" Jerald seemed too lazy to explain his identity. He slapped away Mathew Bade's hand, appearing infuriated by Mathew Bade's presumptions: "Just like earlier, if I kept calling you the runner-up of the Knight Tournament all day, would you be pleased?"
