Isaac's POV
"Master Jovenor, it's an honour to have you in my humble abode. What might I get you?" Sammy's words came out shaky and displayed all his nervousness for me to see. I held back my laughter, watching the man that had dealt with Gruff days ago shiver in fear or was it admiration… I couldn't tell the difference.
"Proceed like usual, Sammy. I'm here to speak to the boy here," the man announced. This came as a surprise to me and I was prompted to put down my black hood and turn to face the man.
"You're here for me… That's a new one. I'm astonished that you could grace such a peasant with the glamorous…"
"Oh, cut the jokes, kid," the man rubbed his temples and only earned giggles from me, "What brings you to me, Elder Jovenor?"
"I hope you don't make me regret this. I looked into the question that you asked me yesterday…" my smile vanished from my face when he said this and was replaced with one of cold.