Somma's eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"It would seem that you are the one forgetting your place, Lord Jarolde," he spoke, his voice laced with a slight chill. "You just defied the orders of a Great Sorcerer. Trueblood or not, we as apprentices cannot match the authority of a Great Sorcerer here. You might want to rethink your actions just now; otherwise, you would leave me with no other choice."
At Somma's words, Jarolde's facial expression twitched; he was taken aback for just a moment but quickly regained his composure. An arrogant chuckle escaped his lips, and he replied,
