"You can't be serious!" Gillfidorr yelled becoming the first to break the ice between the Xaj and everybody.
"Actually I am," he said with no emotion chewing on an apple he had levitated from the food tray. "You want a family, how about I show your students their brothers-in-arms."
"That is different Lord Dreyfus, your students were bred for war, these students are being taught the first stage on how to protect themselves. They've barely passed the first stage yet."
"Then you'd better hurry with your training schedule Sir Gillfidorr, for time waits for no man. But that's the thing, we're not men now, are we?"
"For years the time stamp between each stage and level has been two years maximum with exceptional creatures finishing each stage in a year," Aaron reasoned. "You cannot throw away almost three thousand years of tradition into the mud for ego..."
