The apprentice was much more upset about the latest training session than the mage, though he kept his hot indignation down to a simmer as he carried his master's supply cases back to their workshop. Once inside, however, Obidiah's indignation boiled up.
"That was... awful!" he cried, being careful to set down the cases first. "What a load of arrogant...self-centered...twits! Why didn't you chastise that lot?"
Master Daniel smiled and shook his head, "It would do no good."
"But they need to know how wrong they are!" Obi puffed, so outraged, it was difficult to find constructive words.
"They would not understand," replied Master Daniel. "So far, you have attended me with groups where those who think they already know are outnumbered by those who wish to learn. This group, however," he spread his hands in a gesture of inevitability, "was overly-concentrated with those of little skill and much inaccurate knowledge."
Obi growled in frustration and paced the stone floor. "They were arrogant without any reason. They were disrespectful. They wasted our time!"
Master Daniel smiled and held Obi's shoulders, "Yes. It is up to us to find those who are willing and able to learn. We cannot let ourselves be frustrated by the, how you say, the 'twits'."
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