Mertin didn't flinch. He bowed his head slightly, showing respect, and eyed his older brother. "May I please have my key back? Or have you already taken that out of the vault? In which case, can you pass me what's rightfully mine?"
"I ask for a fight and you bow so politely? Is that your attempt to avoid facing me?" Jonon chuckled, stepping forward to lean on the desk. "You were always great at diffusing tricky situations… Too bad you're the one who caused the situation this time around…"
"Please, Jonon. I don't want to keep Melida and the kids waiting for long."
"I thought they would living the cozy life inside the Libarn Guild?" commented Jonon, looking for a reaction. "Or am I wrong?"
But Mertin simply stood there with his arm held out in wait. There was no flinch of his gaze or hesitation of his hand. He merely stood there with a patient stare and a straight face.