Talia spock "Two low-grade mana stones for three? Rowen… You're underselling yourself. Potions with this kind of effect fetch far more."
Rowen only inclined his head slightly. "It's enough."
Alric cleared his throat, his earlier smugness gone. "Hmph. Seems… we may have been too quick to judge." His words were stiff, like each one cost him effort.
Cedric's expression was tight. "Your… claims hold up. I shouldn't have spoken so carelessly." He glanced at Rowen, then away again, unwilling to meet his eyes for long.
For a moment, both men looked out of place, teachers from a prestigious academy, forced to acknowledge that a shopkeeper boy from a border town had made them look foolish.
Rowen only inclined his head slightly, as calm as ever, offering no satisfaction or mockery in return.
