But they were quickly shut down:
"Oh, shut up! What kind of Sultan doesn't step on corpses?"
"Yeah! You think we live in some fairy tale, you fucking idiots?!"
Another nodded his head and pointed at a younger Magi—the one who started this little back and forth.
"Seriously! I get that we need all the help we can get, but did we really need brats like him who are still wet behind the ears?"
"I know right? This fucker is the one always complaining about what the Sultan is doing."
"Ha?!"
The "brat" puffed out his chest, his eyes narrowing at the two.
"I'll have you know I'm the best talent in my guild! Sure, I'm only fifty, but I make up for it with actual strength, you old shit!"
The older man bristled, his face going red.
"The fuck did you just say, you little—"
But the young man wasn't done, cutting him off:
"And you!"
He jabbed a finger toward one of the more sympathetic voices in the crowd.
