"Don't tell me that a non-evolved blacksmith like me has hurt your ego so much that you put your Evolved affairs aside to pay me a visit... I wonder what your fans would think of that..."
Marklen Shattermast raised an eyebrow, his eyes still fixed on Kaizen's, as if he were weighing each word carefully.
For a brief moment, a trace of discomfort crossed his face, with a small muscle rising in his mouth, but he soon regained his confident expression.
"You have a sharp tongue, my friend," said Marklen with a smile that revealed a hint of amusement. "And I appreciate someone who isn't easily intimidated."
