"Well, I could just go home," Rylzyr said as he crossed his arms.
"M-Master Rylzyr!" Quincey stammered as he stepped forward. "Please, there's not need!" He laughed nervously as he turned his attention to Verik. "Master Rylzyr means no harm, sir! I'm sure he really wants to help, it's just--"
"I don't really care," Rylzyr interjected with an air of apathy to his voice.
"S-Sir!" Quincey practically jumped in the air and spun to face the towering mage. He whipped back around to face Verik. "What he means is--"
"Ugh, shut up, Quincey," Rylzyr growled. "I swear, you are so irritating!" Rylzyr turned his attention back to Verik, irritation painting his eyes as a slight scowl lay across his face. "Look. I only want to talk to you sister about where she obtained that bracelet. Trust me, I don't want anything else from her. But, as I said, I don't really care and I can just go home."