The noise cuts off and Peng Ah's jaw swings shut. But she doesn't stop staring at the older disciple. "I am sorry," she mutters. "But are you certain that that is the correct cost? It seems… excessive."
The disciple looks down at his desk where a small scroll sits. He unrolls the top of it and studies it carefully. "Hearthmaker," he mutters. "A grade one fire-aspected archer technique. How much did I tell you it was to gain a copy?"
"Thirty sect points," Peng Ah mutters, as if by keeping her volume low she can make the number smaller.
The disciple nods sharply. "Then yes, that is the correct cost. If you wish me to place a copy of Hearthmaker in your token, it shall be thirty sect points."
Peng Ah stares at the floor, eyes wide and panicked. "I see," she says. "Is there anyway to perhaps lower the cost?"
"Not a one," the disciple replies, not unkindly. "If I may make a suggestion, junior sister, you should not race ahead. Return to the assignment hall and perform all of the tasks you find yourself capable of. By the time you're able to afford a technique, you will have greater insight as to your own shortcomings. Then, perhaps, you will be better able to find one that suits you instead of grabbing at one-" He taps the scroll for Hearthmaker with a dismissive wave of his hand. "-that seems flashy."