"You are the one who was rude," said the Master of Magic.Brin had hardly entered the Lumina's front room when the old man set both of his perpetually boggled eyes on Brin and made the statement without preamble. He’d been thinking over different strategies on the walk over for how he wanted to handle this. Quiet and respectful? Gregarious and happy? Or did he want to press his luck. Now, after that reception, he knew he was going to press his luck."Perhaps we should sit down first..." said a nervous-looking Lumina."Not to you, I wasn't," Brin said, replying to the Master.Lumina tried again. "We needn't discuss this now, when--""You brought illusions into my Tower, impersonating my students," said the Master."I summoned them on the public grounds outside your Tower.""You would have brought them inside.""You don't know that.""Doorstep or inside the front door, it hardly makes a difference. You were harassing my students.""I was slightly inconveniencing your potential students," said Brin.The Master thought for a second and then nodded. "I can accept that framing. But still an insult. I traded a barb for a thorn, and yet you, the aggressor, called me rude.""You turned a harmless prank into a horribly traumatic scene, and put me in a position where I would either need to become your collaborator or expose my secret."Hogg stood with his arms crossed, amused at the back-and-forth, while Lumina watched in distress. "Brin, surely you don't mean to imply that Master--""I've already admitted that it was an offense, however slight. Surely you don't expect an apology," said the Master."No. I called it rude and expected that to be the end of it," said Brin."I still think some small acknowledgement of fault is appropriate on my part," said the Master."I'd rather you not.""What would be appropriate? Hogg?" asked the Master.Hogg's (...)