"What?" Ijskoud asked, terrified by the sudden predicament. To be fair, it wasn't a predicament, but it was still something the Yeti hadn't expected. His master had only just returned after a few days, and was already spouting nonsense?
'No, he is not spouting nonsense…' Ijskoud convinced himself. Although the Yeti still felt like Alex had gone crazy, he forced himself not to badmouth the amethyst-eyed boy, even in his own heart.
"Feyfey… I mean, Lord Feyright will probably be leaving Gloom in my hands, and I'm passing it off to you," said Alex, patting Ijskoud's shoulder. The latter paled, while Feyright burst out into laughter.
"That's quite brazen," Feyright commented. "And you called me Lord Feyright."
"Don't let it get to your head, Feyfey."
"Fuck you."