There's an insult on his tongue, a swear, anyting, because she's always rubbed that in his face. A life debt in exchange for something he didn't want, at least not then.

In the time it takes him to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek until he can taste his own blood and calm himself, Mindfang is already finishing up her inspection of his work. A deep breath, and Darkleer gets up as well. Normally the Nostalgia Quarter is a place of great fascination to him. It is one of the only places in Vatheon that truly shows the variety of different worlds there are out there, places Alternia never touched and perhaps never dreamed of. Different stories, different food, different technology... But suddenly he can't stand to be there for much longer. Mindfang can ruin his mood so easily. He hates her for it.

"Is that all, then? I have other business to attend to."