Tommi listens to Angis's explanation. He hears the reasons for enmity, and,though he doesn't understand he does know grudges run deep, the way Miz. Furlong won't sell buttons to his mom Jyn anymore because of the incident at the fair that one time.
Truly, if Angis had wanted to challenge the elf lord to a duel, he would understand. But it doesn't explain the silly jokes. The stakes are just too low.
Angis is older than him, and so he defers. "I understand, I guess. I took the elven hospitality, and it's up to you to decide how to treat me, who did not take your ancestor's god-crown. But the joke wasn't funny, and I can't believe it does your ancestor proud."
Tommi reaches out to scratch the nag behind the ears. "I want to be your friend, Angis, and I will face death beside you. But I don't want to be made party to your jokes when they're rooted in hate."
Tommi picks up a stone and puts it in his pocket, for later use.
Truly, if Angis had wanted to challenge the elf lord to a duel, he would understand. But it doesn't explain the silly jokes. The stakes are just too low.
Angis is older than him, and so he defers. "I understand, I guess. I took the elven hospitality, and it's up to you to decide how to treat me, who did not take your ancestor's god-crown. But the joke wasn't funny, and I can't believe it does your ancestor proud."
Tommi reaches out to scratch the nag behind the ears. "I want to be your friend, Angis, and I will face death beside you. But I don't want to be made party to your jokes when they're rooted in hate."
Tommi picks up a stone and puts it in his pocket, for later use.