"Fighting on church premises is not allowed," Peter whispered loud enough for the two men to hear. He did not want the drama to shift to him. "Didn't think I would ever have to explain that to a town guard and duke. Take five steps back and then you'll be off the church. You can fight there."
"No need," Oliver released Edgar with a shove. "I have better things to do."
Edgar straightened out his shirt while he spoke, "If I were not in such a good mood, I would have your head, Oliver. You should thank my wife for living to see another day. I'm not putting up with you going around being in my business, Oliver. Do not bite the hand that fed you."
"Are you saying that because you're richer than me? Did you always think that when I came to your house as a child? Yes, I went for the food. So what?" Oliver clenched his fists to suppress his anger before he did something that would make him lose his job.
