Jared drew an item pouch from his belt and tossed it across the courtyard "Sixty thousand, for the two of us."
The disciple's brows lifted. Someone who could hand over sixty thousand without blinking had to come from wealth, or power.
"Generous," he chuckled. "Still, beginners start as janitors."
Each sentence dripped condescension.
"If you'd rather join the Sword Guards," he added, "I could, arrange introductions."
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