The weird tempered master moved back to the stage while glancing over all the disciples here like she was looking at lamps ready for slaughter. "Anyone can tell me what the grades are for gear?"
She moved her gaze yet none ever whispered a thing. "C'mon, it's such an easy question… don't tell me none of the disciples here ever had seen any gears or heard about them!"
Her soft words managed to lure a couple of poor kids. Jim glanced over the two while they stated their answers and only inwardly smirked. 'Idiots… she isn't a berserker… she is like a medusa… or a giant wicked spider queen!'
He watched the two kids each losing points for their corresponding pantheons.
'Don't you want to know the answer?' the old man suddenly whispered.
'Old man, I do want to gain some prestige and points, but not on the expense of getting on the bad side of this one!'
