243 My name is Cerlius!

This time the idiot had caught Cerlius in the eye. He didn't know which hurt more, the oil in his eye, the weight of the fish against his cheekbone, or his pride. Cerlius made no indication that he felt anything. He wiped the oil with his hands, and an idea formed.

Travis took another bite out of the fish, digging out the sharp bone underneath, preparing for another slap. "Do you know what the War Monks would have done to me if I had broken their rules?" He pointed to his scar. "This was just because I stuttered while speaking the name of the Goddess. I am so glad that I was taken away from that traitorous organization. You need to treat this institution and all the people in it with more respect and follow the order of things. Speak like humans do."