"You need a strong magic staff, Amy. You can use it to smash a dragon's head as well as to perform magic," Krassu suggested.
"Bullshit. What you need is a small and convenient magic wand, Amy. She doesn't need a staff to help her walk like you do, old man."
"You couldn't even beat a goblin with that magic wand of yours if it got close enough to you," Krassu said with contempt.
"You're the one who would let a goblin get close to you. You always jump around like a monkey when fighting. You're a disgrace to magic casters!" sneered Urien.
They snorted at the same time, and then glared at each other.
The atmosphere had suddenly become tense between them. Even Sally was a little petrified.
Mag was also quite worried—they could easily tear his restaurant apart.
"Please do not fight here, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, or I'll never speak to you again," Amy said solemnly.
