"Effective"
"Hey hey, don't judge a book by its cover!" Ysolt replied without even looking up. Instead of replying to him, Hao Xuan glared at Ryfon who looked away, pretending to admire the ceiling for some reason.
Ysolt finished counting the gold the stored it away with a wave of his hand. He looked up at Ryfon and then at Hao Xuan.
"So how can I help you?"
"CAN you help me?" Hao Xuan responded before Ryfon could even open his mouth.
Ysolt was taken aback by his rude question and leaned back into the chair, "Well, you'll have to tell me what's wrong with you first. I'm one of the best Sky grade Alchemists so it shouldn't be a problem," Ysolt replied calmly, without taking Hao Xuan's question to heart. He knew the first impression he made was pretty bad so instead of being aggressive, he chose to remain calm and collected.
But Hao Xuan's scowl didn't go away as he stared at Satyr in silence. Ryfon cleared his throat and jumped in.