
Most of what Zhen said rolled around his mind like waves on a shore. He understood where the prentice was coming from, but knew most of his generation and older were a loss to his cause. It was obvious the next generation was going to bring about change and who was he to corrupt their minds? And then it happened... Like a clap of thunder on the open sea, "You've gotta be ******** kidding me..." He half growled while turning to the prentice and clapping a hand to each side of his shoulders.
Dropping his pompous etiquette, Mash'al craned his neck to meet the teen at eye level and took a moment to elaborate, "Your damn insane if you think I'm okay with that; preach peace all you like, but if someone attacks you-you will do something about it." He took a moment to let that sink in, then continued, "You don't have to attack if you don't want to, but you have to know how to defend yourself, or at least get a familiar that will watch your back for you..." Mash'al released Zhen and shook his head while turning from the prentice. He's fathering the child now?! What in Nerad's name has gotten into him?