Although Wheaty would use expressions like ‘shove it’ and he had no qualms to tell someone to fuck off, he would never dare to do that to one of the Heralds.
They were godlike to any Chosen and Wheaty knew how Jacob himself reacted to disrespect - something he certainly didn’t want to experience himself.
And besides, it was like an unspoken rule to shadow Olivia when she came into their region. Wheaty and a few others gladly did so, they knew Jacob was concerned for his niece, a few sparse comments had been enough for them to sense that. And if something were to happen to her here… he would make them pay.
“I won’t do that, you know that… and it is just a law. You’re the Baptist’s daughter, of course we will do anything to protect you. Your uncle is just caring for you. You should count yourself lucky.”
Crossing his arms, Wheaty almost dared to grin, but he kept it back for now. After all, if she complained about him to her father, he wouldn’t live to see the Collapse either.
“Besides, you barely notice us anyway, do you? What did you want to do here? We might help you.”