Another Argument.

Cillian moved at a speed almost exposing his ability to run faster than everyone else in the market. His eyebrows were knitted together as he made his way through the market, Mordeu chasing after him.

As they walked through, just like Cillian had initially said, they were the thieves of attention. As Mordeu chased after him in the market, they absorbed the stares of almost everyone they passed by.

"Cillian, wait!" Mordeu yelled even though Cillian was capable of hearing him without raising his voice.

"Can you just stop?!" Mordeu yelled in frustration.

But until Cillian was in the comfort of the inn where they were staying at the moment, did he turn his head around to face Mordeu.

Luckily for both of them, they were the only ones on the first floor. No customers and no workers were in sight. Just the two of them.

"Why did you do such a thing? Do you not realize now that he would wonder about me? About us?"