"Good afternoon, master Igna," sparked Gustv.
"Good afternoon," returned Igna locking the study door behind. A howl of distress loomed over the volcano. An eruption was imminent and such, the towns flooded underground layers for safety. Igna looked at a magical contraption, a geometrically pleasing square on which showed an overview of the town. Gustv, in his gasp for air after the very energetic greetings, took notice and settled. "-It's begun," added Igna, "-the signs of changing times," he smiled, "-the Danio's will shudder before raising a finger to me or my family."
"Might I ask what happened?"
"You may not," he returned, "-the nature of certain actions is best kept at a reach from where none may know. What concerns thee is simple," he rose a knowing stare – Gustv nodded in recognition, the gesture stumped and aura frozen. "I do apologize if it came across rude," returned he lightening the load, "-tell me about the adventures," he smiled.
