“Is that your solution? Just be happy with what I can do and never try to do any better? Be content to spend the rest of my life as a minor mage?” His voice rose as he talked, and he realized it and clamped down so that the last words came out in a harsh squeak. The armadillo simply looked at him. Black pebble eyes caught a gleam of stray light from the stars. “How many beatings does Trebastion have to take for your personal growth?” he asked quietly.
