Korielle Felgrid's voice was tinged with frustration as he looked at you with an exasperated expression, rolling his eyes. "I already apologized a hundred times. Will you stop sulking now?" He called out as he sat on the edge of the boat, his hair swaying with the motion of the waves that slapped against the side of the vessel.

The ferryman continued to row the boat back and forth, his strokes getting shallower with each passing moment, until Korielle's demeanor became just as shallow as the waters.

It looked like he was still brooding over the argument that the two of you had earlier after Korielle had squandered all the gold you worked so hard to gather. No wonder he was exiled, he was a poor excuse of a man. And clearly, his sister was better for the job. Korielle was pathetic, and clearly, the people of his country knew that.

As the arguing continued, Korielle's tone grew more and more agitated, becoming more apparent that he was still grappling with his past mistakes as a ruler. He let his anger and frustration get the better of him, which eventually led to him making hasty decisions and throwing away his empire. His regret and frustration were palpable, leaving anyone who had to deal with him feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. He was tiring to deal with, even the ferryman lets out a sigh.