"Magus Verhen, if it's not too much trouble, do you mind telling the story behind that plaque?"
"The one I carved? Why?" Lith furrowed his brows while the customers gasped in shock.
"Because no one believes me and calls me a fraud." Gilad's voice was sad but his gaze was fiery as he glared at those who had relentlessly mocked him.
"Let's teach them a lesson then." Lith told the story in a cut-and-dry family-friendly version due to the presence of the kids but it still matched Gilad's words.
He even turned a mug of ale into a weapon and then back into beer to give a practical demonstration.
"Aren't you going to drink it?" The owner said in a pleading tone.
"It's morning, mister." Kamila glared at him. "What kind of example are you setting for young children?"
"My apologies." Gilad backed down quickly.
