text: J'Arel looks up from some thought in surprise, as you cough to catch his attention. His cruel eyes narrow themselves, and he pierces you with his look.
  
  "What is it that you want?"
  > You say "I don't think I like your attitude, J'Arel."
  "I don't think I like your attidue, J'Arel", you reply.
  
  J'Arel only snorts, and answers:
  "And this would be your problem, or mine?"
  
  You choke back the angry answer that lies on your tongue. After all, you are supposed to guard the emissary in case of an attack, and not squabble with a fellow magician.
  
  With a dirty glance towards J'Arel, you decide to let the point rest for now.