"Hey… umm… well, sir," Levy leaned slightly toward the old man's side, lowering his voice, though his eyes darted nervously in Razeal's direction. "You know… you really shouldn't say the name Virelan in front of him."
Yograj's brows lifted, his wrinkled but sharp face twisting in mild confusion. His voice, however, was anything but discreet.
"Why not?" he asked loudly, the question booming across the deck.
Levy's lips twitched. Is this old man dumb? He was whispering, trying to keep his words subtle, to avoid stirring the hornet's nest that was Razeal's temper. Anyone with common sense could see that saying the word "Virelan" around him was like stepping on glass. But here Yograj was, blurting it out without restraint, like a child asking why fire was hot.
Levy felt cold sweat bead at the back of his neck. Damn it, old man. Now you've done it. If this idiot snaps, I'm on the same ship. If he sinks it in anger, I drown too.
