"Tarquin, why not let me refine it!"
The words, although not spoken loudly, stunned everyone inside the Temple. They looked at each other, ensuring they heard correctly. They looked at the middle-aged guy beside Tarquin, who stared back at them as if he said the most normal thing.
After a few seconds, when the meaning of those words sunk, there was an uproar in the Temple.
"Does he think he is better than the master?"
"He sure is confident!"
"Truly an imbecile. The difference between a Fiend and a Disaster crystal is immense."
The shouts and comments didn't only come from the spectators. The other refiners were also enraged by his comment. Even those who were slightly pleased and impressed by his performance were frowning.