Clueless Delver

The crowd parted, making way for the venerable headmaster to pass through until he reached the foot of the pillar and raised his head to look not at the bronze gilded face but at the adjacent rough stone face upon which considerably more names were inscribed.

But as though he had not heard anything before the elderly Narim-Imdar seemed to hover down the steps quietly and floayed toward the tall hexagonal pillar.

The hall was in uproar again as several shouted in fury at her blatant disrespect. "You fool! This is the great Narim-Imdar! Headmaster of the Academy of Gravel!" "This bumpkin is really in trouble now...!"

The appearance of this elderly man sank the hall into silence. But this silence was quickly shattered by the following words of the scrappy Imi-Adam. "Who's this old guy?"

"This Imi-Adam is right, if you have time to make a din here you are better off practicing for the next tincturing.," a clear, deep voice rang across the hall, unusually drowning out the noise of the hecklers whose eyes widened as they looked towards its source. Walking into the hall from behind was a short bald man in red robes with long curly beard that was groomed to bear a nearly perfect cylindrical shape.

"Say all you want, yours truly, Imi-Adan shall succeed the Cauldron of Granite in the end! Hahaha!" the scrappy girl yelled haughtily at the crowd pointing toward her chest with her thumb Following this, the crowd went in an uproar, many scolding her for her blatant arrogance.

"What are you looking at? If you are feeling bitter you should have worked harder on tincturing!" The scrappy girl taunted the crowd whose faces now turned to suppressed fury at having been gloated on by one of lower status. "What's there to gloat about you scrappy pinecone, you're ranked the last on the Bronze obelisk..." "Arrogant dwarf! May you eat your barley and sink into the ground !" The crowd murmured in displeasure.