Submission
“Greston has charms…” Sigmund started. “It also has weaknesses that I felt my aid would come in handy.”
Sigmund paused as his gaze remained on the tea.
The Giant Elder anticipated for more responses. Though he felt a level of awkwardness as he waited for Sigmund to continue, he did not utter a word. His expression remained neutral.
“Helping a village that has periodic recurrence of being a victim of different tides and onslaughts is a noble endeavor, don’t you think?”
The Elder nodded. But he then recalled Sigmund’s gaze, which remained passive at the teacup as if reminiscing something and yet with a hint of forming more words for a response the Elder wanted to hear. Anything otherwise from his expectation, that he had to contemplate. If he must scan his guest, despite the gesture being disrespectful, then he would have to.
“I concur.”