I turned my head towards the sound of horse hooves. Lord Weaverpool seemed to have rushed over in light attire, covered in dust.
'No, that's not light attire. That's just sloppy attire.'
He said he went hunting, but half his top was sticking out, and his pants were baggy.
You'd think he just came from having sex. Is that some kind of slang? Like, 'Hunting is Sex' for him?
Lord Weaverpool dismounted his horse, leading his subordinates.
And he looked at us as if to assess the situation.
"What in the world is going on?!"
Eventually, his question was directed at the Guard Captain. Only then did the soldiers rush over, struggling to separate me and Kelsas.
Both Kelsas and I stumbled as we walked. You bastard, you'll be in more pain.
Kelsas gnashed his teeth.
"You trashy Hero... I'll report everything you've done!"
He seems really pissed off, doesn't he?
"You don't seem to have any pride, do you? That's why you pointy-ears are like this."
