Chapter 301: Drinking
"And you are sure they are Oculithar?" Marble asked.
"Of course, I'm sure!" Ambraz snapped. "Besides Brazardion having shown me images about them, what else do you think they could be?"
Irwin sat at one side of the table, watching the Ganvil, now in his working form, mouth in a thin line, glaring at Marble. The ancient Fiz'rin stood before him, arms crossed, with a dubious look on his face.
"Don't act so annoyed, youngster! In all my life, including my travels across The Portal Gallery, I've never seen one or met someone who has seen one!"
"Young?!" Ambraz almost choked before he snorted. "Well, Grandpa, just because you didn't pay attention doesn't make us liars!"
"I'm not your grandpa, and I didn't call you liars! I'm just wondering if you didn't just mistake some Chaos being for one of the most legendary powerful things that we know of," Marble said, dropping his arms and jabbing a finger in Ambraz's side.
"They were young ones," Ambraz said, haughty. "I didn't even tell you about the big one we saw that attacked the exit portal corridor when we traveled through it!"
"You… Charbull-shit!" Marble said. "There's no way you'd survive that!"
Irwin sighed as he leaned back, watching Ambraz go in a slightly more over-the-top retelling of what had happened back then. Ever since he'd come out and started helping Irwin with answering the council's questions, he and Marble had been butting heads, culminating in the ten-minute argument about Ocullithar.
"Sorry about this," Jiretta said from beside him, smiling wearily. "Marble is the oldest of us and usually not even on the council."
Irwin waved it away. He didn't blame her, as she'd tried to make Marble be quiet a few times, only for the other Fiz'rin to tell her to shove it, get up, and start another argument with Ambraz.
It's almost like he doesn't like Ganvils, Irwin thought, turning back to Jiretta and deciding to ignore the ongoing argument.