The Good Kind

He moved closer to Raith and touched his shoulder.

"See man... I will not tell you what to do. But Lady Amber is right, you can't just lay down your life because you want to save the world." He said.

Raith turned his gaze filled with irritation.

THUD

"How dare you touch my king!"

From the abyss beneath Raith's leg, a clawed hand grasped Corian's– but the white-haired elf quickly jumped away, skillfully slipping his hand out of Antares' gasp.

"What are you doing right now?"

"I apologize my king. It was irritating to watch, these gullible do not have the capacity to comprehend your thoughts yet they dare interrupt."

"Just stay put."

"Yes, my king. I humbly apologize." His hand and head that were sticking out slowly went back, being able to come out on his own accord seems to be one of the quirks of a major rank.