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To his credit, Senior Ceeran did not display even a hint of anger or suppression of anger. So unless his mastery over his non-verbal communication had reached a level similar to what Rui's was, it was highly likely that Rui had been right.

"That takes courage," Senior Ceeran smiled. "I hadn't expected you to be that firm."

"Well, it is my mission, not yours," Rui reminded him. "I do not want this mission being botched, and I certainly don't want it happening under my watch."

"Relax kiddo, I had no such intention. I don't want control over your mission or anything of the sort, believe it or not," Senior Ceeran huffed. "The reason I brought it up is that there was a reason that a Martial Senior like me was chosen for this mission. You're a Martial Squire. They won't take you as seriously. I don't think you'd even get to meet that bastard N'Kulu."

"Yeah well, that won't be an issue," Rui replied.

"Why not?" Senior Ceeran asked, curious.