Arach folded two of his arms across his chest while the others rested on his hips. He studied Frovian for a moment before nodding thoughtfully.
"…Actually, this role fits him perfectly."
Everyone looked at him. Arach continued,
"His tongue is too sharp to lose in any argument. Half the time we end up agreeing with him before we realize he's already won."
Dyralfa crossed her arms.
"That's because he talks like a book."
Sephiran pointed at Frovian.
"And he always has facts!"
Frovian gave a small, smug smile.
"Accuracy is persuasive."
Arach looked at him again and shrugged.
"Honestly… if we're talking about who should be the eldest, it should probably be you. You have the mind for it."
For a brief moment, the cavern went quiet. Frovian blinked. Then he immediately shook his head.
"No."
Arach tilted his head.
"No?"
Frovian stepped forward and tapped Arach's furred chest with one finger.
"That title belongs to you."
His tone was calm, but firm.
