Naberius is reprimanding a colleague.

"Glasha, I told you before: don't go overboard." "...Yeah." "Not 'yeah'—'yes, sir'!" "Yes, sir..." "I hear Bune tried to stop you time and again. Yet, what did you actually do?" "Umm, it wasn't really a big deal..." "Don't play dumb! You ambushed Berith right after she’d located the hideout—and you nearly killed her!" "Oh, come on, I didn't do that. That old geezer was getting too big for his britches, so I just wanted to teach him a little lesson..." "'Teach him a lesson'? You caused enough damage to half-destroy the building—you call *that* a 'little' punishment?" "Hahaha. Well, I guess it was just a case of youthful indiscretion. I just lost my temper." "The owner of that mansion you wrecked is one of the biggest hawks on the Council. Thanks to you, I had to bow and scrape to smooth things over with a guy like that!" "Oh, come on. When you live as long as we do, things like that are bound to happen, right?" "Who do you think is to blame for that?! Do you realize you caused trouble not just for me, but for Lord Nebiros, too? He was absolutely appalled." "Ugh... that actually stings." "Then reflect on it properly. Watch your behavior from now on—no, I mean *really* watch it." "Yeees..." That said, she was a girl who was a walking disaster. She was bound to pull something like this again sooner or later. Naberius understood this all too well, and he let out a deep sigh in the quiet of his heart.