The group sat at the table. The headmaster and Vatoly had their chin on their hands and were looking at each other. Avina was innocently looking between them and then smiled.
"So, it was a misunderstanding?" the headmaster asked. There was still a faint hint of skepticism in his heart that he had to clear. It wasn't that he didn't believe his friend, it was that he didn't believe in the situation. What kind of master ends up in that abominable position just because he wants a couple of herbs?
Now, if Vatoly were to hear his thoughts, he would scream. A couple of herbs? Herbs>?? These were rare ingredients! Some don't even come after decades! Some don't even exist anymore! If he knew how Vatoly felt, he wouldn't mind landing in the same position a couple of times just to get a couple more ingredients.
But, luckily, Vatoly didn't know that, and he didn't have to spiral the conversation down to unknown territory.
