"Transgressions? Do you mean the pitiful way you all have been treating me since I arrived?"
The aged instructor froze. He could feel the anger in Atticus's voice. 'Is it too late?'
"I-I'm sorry,"
The forms of the other instructors and students alike bowed slightly deeper. They had assumed that Atticus was purely using connections to attend this sanctum, but now that they found out that it wasn't the case, many couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.
"You know, when I heard about the fire sanctum and the brave warriors that attempt to learn the ways of fire, I was looking forward to attending. However, this all shattered when I stepped into this place."
Atticus's voice was low and controlled, yet loud enough to be heard by all.
"Contrary to what you all think, I'm not angry about the way I was treated. I'm not angry about the hateful looks I was given, nor am I angry about how I was looked down upon,"
