"We're just about to eat, so don't talk about such disgusting topics." Lynch's mother slowly walked over from the kitchen carrying a large pot. "This is the inn's main hall, and it's quite crowded now, so let's eat here."
"Thank you, Ailinsha." Morgan sniffed hard at the contents of the pot. "Wow! It's a hearty stew tonight, what a treat, what a treat."
Wislin delivered a punch to the dwarf's helmet with a muffled "thud." "Morgan, how did you just address Lynch's mom? Did you forget again? You should learn from me!"
Morgan hurriedly adjusted his helmet that had been knocked askew and grumbled, "I'm not calling her 'Auntie'; I'm centuries older than she is."
"You!..." Wislin found Morgan's ear beneath his messy hair and beard, tugging it as he spoke. "You're Lynch's friend, so you should naturally be more respectful to his mother. Besides, when did I ever force you to call her 'Auntie'? I said it once more, call her 'Lady,' Ailinsha Lady."
