23 How Have You Been? (2/2)

”Aaron, don't be rude!” The soft voice barked. Miceter studied the man who tried to save his life.

It was an old, elegant man with blonde hair and silver eyes just like Aaron. Crows feet marked his eyes and wrinkles laced his face. He wore a black suit and a red tie that matched Aaron's.

”I'm sorry about my son.” The nice man apologized to Zed, embarrassment could be seen in his eyes.

”You owe Thomas a meal.” Aaron interrupted.

The nice man instantly smacked Aaron on the back of the head without even sparing a glance in his direction.

”Apology accepted.” Zed threw those words out before he turned and left, taking Miceter with him.

***

”Why did you apologize? It was obviously his fault for not looking after his things!” Aaron demanded after Zed left.

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”Because he obviously didn't intend on making a ruckus. Although, if I had to be honest, the way he handled it was bit awkward.” Aaron's father admitted.

Thomas watched all of the events unfold, just now processing what just happened. It all happened so fast. First the mouse, then the meeting with the very rude and intimidating-looking man. The fact that Aaron started to act like his step-mother during the whole thing surprised him. He never really acted like that unless they were alone. Why did he start now?

”But he ruined a perfectly good bowl of soup! And my t-shirt! It's stained! Do you know how expensive that t-shirt was? It's made of dragon silk, DRAGON SILK!” Aaron argued.

'Ah, that's why.' Thomas finally realized.

The shirt that Thomas was currently wearing belonged to Aaron originally. His step-mother had bought it for Aaron before they had embarked on their trip. It was a very expensive t-shirt made with the finest quality of silk in the land--dragon's silk. A silk which could only be found inside of the internal organs of a frost dragon. It was not only cold--allowing you to be cool in the summer--but it was also soft. So soft, in fact, you could barely feel it.

”So what?” Thomas's father carelessly replied. ”I can just buy you a new one. Also, what did I tell you about thinking before you speak, huh? Do you not take my teachings seriously?” He suddenly snapped.

”Yes--wait, no, I meant no!” Aaron's face paled as he faced his father's death glare head on.

***

Miceter breathed a sigh of relief once Zed stepped outside, closing the tavern door behind them. Despite what had happened inside, none of the patrons of the tavern listened to their conversation. Despite how convenient that magically was.

”Man, I thought I was a goner for a moment there.” Miceter admitted.

”Miceter, what happened to you?” A concerned voice inquired.

”Mister!” Miceter exclaimed. ”It was terrible! I fell from the rafters into this big bowl of soup. It was so big, in fact, I thought it was one of them oceans you hear about in story tales--the ones that reach so far out into the horizon that there's not even a lick of land in sight. Heck, not even the tip of a mountain can be seen, and--”

”Miceter.” A stern voice interrupted his story telling.

Miceter froze. He knew this tone of voice. ”What?” He cautiously responded.

”How have you been.” Zed gave Miceter the biggest, most sinister smile he had ever seen in his life. Miceter shivered.