Raegar turned around and sighed when seeing Zargoth struggling to climb the hill as Selene sat there eating an apple. She started laughing at her uncle while teasing him. ''Come on, uncle! Mama will laugh her ass off when she hears about it.''
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the exchange, while Selene's uncle shot her a scowl sharp enough to slice through steel. ''Shut it, you little shit!'' he grumbled, though there was more exasperation than real anger in his tone.
The older man let out a dramatic sigh while wiping sweat from his forehead. ''I'm a merchant, Sel. I ride in carriages, sit behind ledgers, and strike deals over fine wine. I don't do all this… walking.''
Selene raised an eyebrow, smirking as she adjusted the strap on her shoulder. ''So you're saying you're soft.''
''I'm a civilized gentleman who mingles alongside beautiful noble ladies, my favourite niece,'' he snapped, puffing out his chest in mock pride. ''There's a difference.''
