Who Calms The Chaos? - Part 5

"A piece of advice, boy," Lombard called over his shoulder. "Knights are not accustomed to being taken so lightly," he said. "When you see me in future, I will have you kneel."

"As you wish," Beam agreed. Lombard still mustn't have liked that agreement, for he gave Beam another sharp glance before he left.

"FUCKKK! I'M THROUGH WITH YOU KID!" Greeves roared as soon as he left, launching a chair towards Beam. The boy dodged it, a wry smile on his face.

"Woah! Calm down, boss!" Judas moved to hold him back.

"HOW CAN YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE THAT AROUND NOBILITY? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US ALL KILLED?" Greeves roared, this time throwing an inkpot at him. Beam dodged that too.

By now, the merchant was already out of breath. His hands scrambled for more things to throw, but Judas hurried to take them off him, understanding that his outrage was just a temporary thing.

"Done?" Beam asked, raising his eyebrow.