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"Syryn, do you take us for fools?"

"You do know that we can verify the results of your work so why are you lying?"

Syryn was done playing dumb. The avians had been allowed to sleep long enough and now, it was time for them to wake up to reality.

"Does anybody want to make a bet with me?" His violet eyes scanned the audience with anticipation for what was to come.

The curious avians wondered what Syryn was up to now. "What bet?" Someone asked.

"If my potions are judged to be better than his," he pointed to the other alchemist who was still busy brewing, "then I get your heart feathers. At least the ones of those of you who dare to bet with me." The twist of his lips drew an unfriendly smile that ridiculed the avians. "What do you say, avians?"

Nervous laughter echoed in the amphitheatre. The avians were feeling the anxiety begin to creep in. Heart feathers were precious things that could not be bought or traded for gold.