Shalen and Oslo
"Look here, old man. Don't forget that you are still my subordinate. No matter how low my position has gotten inside the clan, I'm still well above you. Did you forget that?"
Sienna spoke in an angry tone and looked at Regan hatefully. Her aura was turning darker while she was processing a range of emotions in her head.
"Look. Things are not as bad as you think they are."
'They are terrible,' Regan said in his head. But let the girl continue her speech.
"You don't understand the deeper meaning behind the actions of these old foggies like I do. Yes, I may have acted out of impulse on some occasions. And it is indeed true that Gramps is angry at me.
However, I am the only ranker from the main branch to have a semblance of talent in potioning in my generation. As such, my position is not as easily replaceable.
You know what Gramps had sent me here to watch a real-life battle?"
Regan didn't have to answer the question. He knew it would be answered by Sienna herself.