10.Feb.21, 11:40 AM
D’hys continued with his cold stare after the Candidate had finished his version of the event. He didn’t quite believe it—after all, Corvilis was a liar and a thief. It would be easy enough to spin a lie from the truth, especially as he had a week to work on it in case a moment like this happened. He didn’t need Zeianth to prod around in Corvilis’ head, a task D’hys reserved for only the toughest of nuts to crack since neither of them enjoyed the task. It was somewhat cheating to pull information straight from an unguarded mind and Zeianth insisted they both still had some morals and should stick to them.
“Is that all? Then you have nothing to worry about, do you?” He finally asked, though his hold on Corvilis didn’t let up any. In a way, keeping the kid pinned was keeping D’hys from punching him. He did believe Corvilis—mostly. From all accounts, Corvilis hadn’t been involved in the fight, just the initial collision. The part D’hys didn’t believe was whether it was innocent or not. He suspected it wasn’t and that patience was something the Candidate wasn’t too intimate with and likely tripped the other man for taking too long. In a way, Corvilis was to blame for the death of the unborn dragon and D’hys was ready to find him guilty and drop him between like he had done with the two careless idiots that had been in the fight. But R’nya wouldn’t appreciate this death as much as he did the other two and D’hys knew he would have to keep the kid close to keep an eye on him for a while.
“I advise you keep your head down, work on your patience, and don’t test my own patience or kindness again. I would hate for you to end up like those two fools who fought.” A slow grin slid into place and D’hys finally moved to give a rough double tap slap to Corvilis’ cheek as if he was patting a friend’s shoulder. “Are we clear?” He asked as he took a step back so the kid could flee, hopefully in terror.
“Is that all? Then you have nothing to worry about, do you?” He finally asked, though his hold on Corvilis didn’t let up any. In a way, keeping the kid pinned was keeping D’hys from punching him. He did believe Corvilis—mostly. From all accounts, Corvilis hadn’t been involved in the fight, just the initial collision. The part D’hys didn’t believe was whether it was innocent or not. He suspected it wasn’t and that patience was something the Candidate wasn’t too intimate with and likely tripped the other man for taking too long. In a way, Corvilis was to blame for the death of the unborn dragon and D’hys was ready to find him guilty and drop him between like he had done with the two careless idiots that had been in the fight. But R’nya wouldn’t appreciate this death as much as he did the other two and D’hys knew he would have to keep the kid close to keep an eye on him for a while.
“I advise you keep your head down, work on your patience, and don’t test my own patience or kindness again. I would hate for you to end up like those two fools who fought.” A slow grin slid into place and D’hys finally moved to give a rough double tap slap to Corvilis’ cheek as if he was patting a friend’s shoulder. “Are we clear?” He asked as he took a step back so the kid could flee, hopefully in terror.