Wow. Wow. There was a vague... threat? And then Fjolnir began to speak candidly about his mother and father. How would the commoners take that news? Torben's nostrils flared. "Probably in stride. We're a resilient people." They didn't live in leaf houses with fairies, after all. "They actually aren't simple," he countered again, of his people. Okay... still going. "If Queen Eva wanted to endear herself to anyone, she wouldn't have to tell untruths or make false promises." One more... And there it went. "We have no peasants. Our people are all free and-"
Mateo was coming.
Fjolnir addressed his aunt, and Torben nodded in understanding but was really just waiting. There it came. Chomp! The T-Rex took a few bites toward the redhead and Torben looked at Fjolnir with an apologetic tone in his gaze. "Sorry, I have to take care of this," he excused himself. No, he wasn't sorry about the imaginary attack or his brothers' odd behavior, he was apologizing for his own exit. "Fear not!" he called to the room. "I shall slay this beast and rescue the chicken!"