After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

snapping at Frank as he twirled his beard. "You are right, young man. While I am a mentor and have lived for two centuries, my knowledge in

said, "I hereby announced that I have reevaluated

the other Kornac's Keep elders turning

that geezer

that Frank's score was suddenly 120 points. "Sir, that

I see it, het should be given

him higher than

you suggesting that we're all wrong, while he's the only one who got it right?" The elders of

"Hahaha...."

of you are

to be

out laughing as he pointed at the cauldron.

that counteract it before the

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