"Would you ever consider taking all your work as a dimensional mage and giving it away just because something might go wrong?" Nalrond asked with a scoff.
"It's not the same thing!" Friya couldn't believe he could be so hard-headed. "I've worked my ass off on dimensional magic since the academy. It's the path that I've chosen as my career whereas you are just being stubborn."
"Please! I've been working my ass on light magic ever since I have memory because I wanted to fix my condition. My people worked on it for centuries. It's not only a career for me, but also my legacy.
"The dream that I share with my ancestor and with all those who have been turned into werepeople by Forbidden Magic." Anger turned Nalrond's voice cold and his teeth into fangs.
"Fine." Friya couldn't argue his point without sounding like a hypocrite. "But why it has to be you?"
