Rowan's fingers drummed on the table. The rhythmic sound of it was loud against the silence that had taken residence in the kitchen.
"I get it, Syryn. You like courting death," Rowan began in a calm voice. "You like breaking laws. You like defying authority. You especially love defying authority when it suits your needs. You are impulsive. You have little regard for the concerns that I have for the dangerous situations that you get into. You don't think twice before making a decision that could possibly have magnified repercussions in the future."
Syryn shrank back into his chair. He wished he was a turtle with a shell to withdraw into. He would continue to hear Rowan's reprimanding but at least he would be freed from the look of disappointment in the anti mage's eyes.
"A corpse tree isn't just illegal. It might kill you and your friends," Rowan looked at Salem and Alka.
