"I wasn't there to witness your abilities during the Permafrost Qualifier," Treeda calmly stated. "Nor were the vast majority of us who are here today.
"Though I don't deny that you are a genuine candidate, it's also common knowledge that candidates within provincial teams tend to be those incapable of earning a sponsor from their own regions. Such is the nature of the provincial qualifiers, of course. To make sure no true talents slip through the cracks out of sheer bad luck.
"All in all…" Treeda succinctly wrapped up her reasoning, "I'm curious how qualified you truly are, considering all circumstances."
Still, while Yeter and the other young cultivators felt their asses clench, Oliver offered another cordial bow.
"Lord Treeda, are you requesting that I prove myself here and now as a consequence of my tardiness?"
A glib grin flashed across Lord Treeda's countenance.
