A small shudder runs down his spine at her words, the awful grammatical syntax bothering him far more than the accent. It was just awful to hear from someone of her class.

"Someone has to teach you how to present yourself properly, Serket," he sniffed, brushing his hair back from his face. "You're certainly not making any effort to do so on your own."

"Go on," he added, gesturing to the board. "I will allow you the opportunity to make the first move."