"What did you bring, you troublesome girl?"
The old man's voice echoed in the air, his narrowed eyes examining each one of us.
But unusually, Arthania did not answer immediately.
"Haven't we discussed you calling me a troublesome girl several times... or has senility finally eaten your brain, old man?"
The old man raised a brow as the wrinkles on his face shifted with the motion.
"Look at the way you speak to me before you complain."
Wow, are they arguing like children now?
Is this what a person becomes after living for hundreds of years in a place like this?
"Come on, you know I call you old man because you call me a troublesome girl."
The old man let out a breath as if he had grown tired of this long ago, then changed the subject.
"So, what brought you here... and who are these strangers?"
Arthania turned her head toward us.
"Well, it's a long story for you, and this isn't a suitable place to stand and chat."
