"You refused to heed my advice, and now a perfectly fine tuft of Grus Divina is ruined," Hill scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain as he watched the smoke curling from the Divine Cauldron, the acrid scent filling the air.
Jacob shrugged, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "How sure are you that it's ruined? What if I've successfully made a pill with it?"
Hill threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You're joking. It's only been ten minutes. I'll kneel before you if you succeed!"
"Ten minutes is all it takes for a master, Hill," Jacob replied, his confidence unwavering. "You should know that by now."
"Very well!" Hill spat, crossing his arms defiantly. "Show me what you've got, then!"
