"But Sir, the soul technology is still too incipient. If we keep developing it, I'm sure we'll be able to reach some interes-"
The vaguely humanoid creature called Taal'ith was arguing, his voice reaching a pitch so high a human ear wouldn't be able to catch it. The circuit-like patterns on his body were waving and tilting in exasperation.
But the creature he was talking to didn't let him finish the phrase.
"Do you know some other expression, peasant? All I ever hear from you is 'if,' 'if,' 'if.' I want results. And I want them now."
If Taal'ith could gulp like humans do, he would have done it at that moment.
The person in front of him was an aristocrat, a noble. Even though Taal'ith wasn't a literal 'peasant' by any means, the usage of the archaic word was deliberate to emphasize the abysm in their social status.
