He stomped his boot, creating a thunderous noise, and pointed… directly at Tohr. Awkward. Horrid. Silence. Kind of like he and Xhex had not only dragged their dirty laundry out in front of everyone, but he’d managed to drape their sweat socks and stained shirts all over Tohr’s head. In response? The Brother just crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, once.
