"A pipe?" Something odd flashed past the depths of the Second Elder's eyes. "My lungs haven't been feeling all that good recently, so I don't really want to smoke, that's why I put it away. Why, do you have a problem with that? Are you trying to dictate whether I smoke or not as well?!"
"Naturally, that is not my intention, Master." Garen's narrowed eyes grew sharper.
"If that is not your intention then hurry up and scram!" The Second Elder instantly lost his temper.
"Your lungs aren't feeling well?" Garen laughed coldly. "I've been getting much stronger lately, maybe I can help you check, dear Master. Let me see just what's wrong with your lungs…"