"Think it over? The nerve!" Philip crumpled the agreement. These weren't conditions; they were demands to surrender his land and leave. Accepting it would be madness.
"That brat has quite the nerve!" Philip seethed, irritated by Sylas's dismissive attitude toward a baron's authority.
"What is he doing now?" he demanded.
"He's wandering around the village, saying he wants to see his grandfather and mother's homeland."
"Unbelievable," Philip scoffed, disgusted by the audacity.
"What should we do about it?"
"Let him do as he pleases! He'll leave in three days," Philip replied.
"Are you sure we shouldn't stop him?" The implication was clear: should they really allow him to scout the territory just before a potential battle?