499 Aberon The Traitor

A slam echoed in the room, as Argos Thornwood struck the surface of the table with his palms, standing up abruptly. A little mana emanated from the blow, in an attempt to augment the impact.

Astaroth's eyes reduced to slits, as his gaze landed on the mage.

"Lord Argos. I realize you and I don't know each other very much. But Aberon is a friend of mine and has just as much right to be here as you. And since I am the highest authority here, I don't see why he would have to defer to you at all. Now sit back down."

A cold aura started seeping out of Astaroth, as he said these words. Aberon, from behind him, only grinned at the mages' guild representative, causing the man to become even angrier.

"King Astaroth. With all due respect, this matter concerns you not, and you best stay out of it. This… traitor has no right to stand next to another mage without a proper salute to his superiors."