"Can those who believe that they're the most skilled, please step forward," Lucius added after a moment of thought.
After some hesitation within the crowd, three older-looking furtong, two prairie-dog, and three beaver people stepped forward.
Those who found themselves in this small group of 'the most skilled' looked at each other with dismissive expressions. It was clear to see that each of them regarded the others of their species as phoneys.
"Thank you for your cooperation. You guys can continue with what you were doing before I disturbed," he announced, before gesturing for his small group to follow him.
He led them towards the altar room so that they could have some privacy.
"Lighted One," the bear-men on guard whispered before bowing, as Lucius and his entourage walked past them.
