"I believe your fart," Kael said flatly. "Are you even strong enough to kill him?" His gaze dropped to Ramos's frail frame. The old man's back was bent, making him half Kael's height. He leaned heavily on his staff as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.
Ramos's expression darkened. "Brat. Do you dare question me? Do you even know who I am?"
"You were someone great in the past," Kael replied. "But in the present, maybe you shouldn't go around telling stories about peaks that have already crumbled."
Ramos's jaw clenched. For a moment it looked like he might unleash a string of curses, but instead he closed his eyes and took a slow breath.
"Calm down," he muttered to himself. "This idiot doesn't understand."
After a long pause, he opened his eyes again. His voice was steady when he spoke. "I want you to come with me. There's somewhere we need to visit."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Visit where?"
"You'll find out when we get there," Ramos said with a small smile.
