“Okay then. Have a nice night, Sid!” Max said with a grin as he waved him goodbye and goodnight. He then turned to Soren and Linea. He was a bit disappointed in them for their behavior earlier, but he wasn’t the type to nag people either. “sigh…just be on a better behaviour, alright? Just think of this is as a rustic vacation.” Soren scoffed lightly. “Clearly.” “Look, I’m trying to make sure you guys feel welcome, especially if I’m trying to be on both sides of this argument, alright? Now, you don’t need to be acting like farmers who live here, but you could at least try it with an open mind. This is how me and Nessa have lived for a while now. And if your elven princess can handle this, while I know she deserves better, you two can as well, right?” Max pleaded. His heartfelt tone gave Soren and Linea a better perspective on this to think about, and nodded in understanding: “Very well, Master Max. Let us try to make amends, and we’ll act better than we ought to-” “And no ‘master’ business, alright? Nessa called me the same thing when we met, but I don’t need special titles or anything.” Soren and Linea looked to each other, puzzled by his statement. “Are you sure?” “Yes. I may be a black mage married to an elven princess, but it’s all a matter of coincidence, I’m sure: I‘m not really a good guy, I just happened to be the first guy who offered her a helping hand.” Max said. He sounded a bit sad, because he himself believed this: even if Nessa had tried to proven it hadn’t been true, he still couldn’t help but think she’d prefer someone like David or Soren with their good looks. Plus, anytime Max tried to be or sound humble, he ended up being self-deprecating. Even the elven couple felt some empathy for him, if their hands to their chests implied anything.