The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and somehow that tiny sound seemed ridiculously loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
Cherion pulled the towel tighter around himself and tossed it onto the nearest chair without bothering to see if it actually landed there. He started getting dressed, tugging each piece of clothing into place with a little more force than necessary.
Then he started pacing. His feet thumped against the floor with every step as he threw his hands into the air, already gearing up for another round of complaining.
"I mean, seriously! Those archmages are unbelievable!" Cherion scoffed, his voice hushed but dripping with pure disdain. "The absolute nerve of those insufferable magic nerds. They stood there looking so smug, acting like we were speaking gibberish. They didn't believe a single word out of our mouths!"
He stopped at the foot of the massive bed, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the roots in annoyance.
