"I refuse," I said calmly before shutting the door in his face.
Just as I was about to turn away, the door was knocked on again.
"What is it now?" I asked, my voice sharper with annoyance as I opened the door.
"W-why would you refuse to train me?" Thorin demanded, utterly confused. "I'm the heir of the Thunderbane Sect. By helping me train, you will have the support of the entire sect."
"Do you think I need the backing of the Thunderbane Sect?" I asked, my face unreadable.
He flinched at my question, disbelief and confusion evident on his face. The Thunderbane Sect was the sect that once produced the mightiest warrior of the continent. How could an outsider with no background ask such an arrogant question?
He was about to voice those thoughts aloud, but just as the words reached his lips, realization struck him and they dissolved in his mouth.
The Thunderbane Sect was the sect that 'once' produced the mightiest warrior of the continent.
Not now.
Not anymore.
