[ “My friend” makes his lip curl a little. The people here are far too familiar for his liking, though for a mercy, he’s honestly too tired to do anything about it other than make a bit of a face. Other than that, he doesn’t seem too keen on picking any more fights, so long as no one picks a fight with him.

He gives another wave of his hand, not too dissimilar from the way he dismissed his magic. ]

I had only hoped to get out of here unmolested. ‘Twould seem there is no shortage of opportunists crawling about this place.

[ His eyes flick to Gustave’s arm, remembering one of those fools had said something about it. ]

It might avail you to begin wearing sleeves.