Urag's eyes flashed with a hint of irritation, but he turned to face Karl with a cold, almost amused smile. His demeanor was one of thinly veiled hostility, a look of superiority etched into his features.
"Well, well, if it isn't my dear little brother," Urag said, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of condescension. "Still playing with your little spells? How quaint. I must say, it's almost endearing to see you try so hard."
Karl's gaze was sharp as he strode forward, his posture relaxed but his expression tense. "And you, Urag, still enjoying the role of the king's errand boy. What a delight to see you."
Ilkar, caught between the two, sighed inwardly. "Karl, please. This is neither the time nor place for old grudges."
Urag raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking. "Ah, but where's the fun in that, Ilkar? Surely you can't expect me to ignore such an... entertaining reunion."
