Thrass smirked over the rim of his teacup, before taking a careful sip. Even without the blush, Altair's face lit up like a star. "That's not the way he described it. He told me that the villagers considered it quite an honor to listen to you, and that he saw why once you demonstrated."

He drank the last few drops of his tea, before setting the empty cup aside. "My brother considers you a good friend, and he's quite selective when it comes to friendship."