Dolphus’ expression clearly displayed how dissatisfied he was with that answer, and he glanced at the rest of the party - not truly looking for a reaction, but pretending like he was.
There was an irritated throat-clearing noise from Dolphus as he glared at both Mako and Captain Rook Andreas. Please, you’re all at least double my age. Could we attempt some maturity here?
“Dolphus Greylark.” Dolphus replied, his eyes slowly tearing themselves from the ridiculous Count Coal and his protege in annoyance, focusing on the tinkling metal veil of their host while trying in vain to see some kind of face beneath. “Master cartographer, seven years’ experience mapping the Isles.”
Murderer of one annoying mariner who found out about my wing.