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Neither answer from them pleased the speaker. They should not be fighting amongst themselves. While Tulok could understand his brother's demand for respect from the new acolyte, he didn't understand why he had jumped to fighting before anything else.

Acolyte, he said first. The executioner answers to the listener only. You would be wise to remember that in the future. His stare was cold, hard ice. I am the speaker; it is my job to teach you what it means to be a druid. Come and find me later and we can talk about your goals here. Tulok was the more composed of the brothers, but if the acolyte argued, then he would be dealt with accordingly. 

The other man dismissed, the demon turned to his brother. Must you solve everything with fighting, brother? He looked him over. Alduin was a mess of wounds just as the acolyte was. There are other ways—better ways to gain respect from the acolytes. We do need them to stay and learn to be druids. He was growing tired of having these conversations with his brother. He hoped something could be done to help him sooner rather than later.