Cywen fell silent, momentarily unsure whether he should first refute the accusation of jealousy or clarify that Adrian was merely playing the part of an old man. After all, Adrian was far from being truly old!
By orcish standards, Adrian was in his prime.
And he, Cywen, was still a young man.
Cywen decided he must find an opportunity to explain this point to Lilith and prove it to her, so she wouldn't misunderstand and think he was also old.
A flour-covered, plump man stormed into the courtyard, waving his hands and bellowing, "Cywen? Where are you? I'm going to kill you! You..."
The fat man, his eyes nearly glued shut with flour, finally pried them open a sliver. Seeing the entire courtyard staring at him, he froze.
"Mr. Marjorie? Oh my God, what happened to you?
