“I don’t like you, young wolf,” Olfirth grunted. “You’re arrogant, impetuous, and far too prideful for someone so inexperienced.”

Cenric clenched his jaw until his teeth ached. If the old man wanted to trade insults, Cenric had a long list on the tip of his tongue.

Olfirth stroked his beard, like he was thinking. “You remind me of myself when I was your age.”