The Master (2)
Clara didn't know what to expect the moment Bartos opened the door for her and Gilas to enter the room. All she knew was that the old mage was a powerful and wizened individual, one that surely exuded just as much power as knowledge as Jayra's master. Beside her, her mate was equal parts eager and anxious, the prospect of knowing if Ham could fully be restored making him fidget from where he stood.
"Relax," she reassured him. "We'll get through this."
"I know," Gilas smiled at him. "I just hope this will be the last time we need to get help."
Finally, the door opened, and Clara braced herself to see an old man that screamed power and wisdom to glare at them from where he sat. However, instead of that, she got what looked to be a young man not a day over thirty casually standing by the window with a massive staff twirling in his hands.
"I've brought them here," Bartos announced as they entered the room.