"Should we not be there already?" Ylva questions while pacing the sitting room. "We are just wasting time here in Malmo."
"When did you become so impatient, V?" Adal asks without looking up from his book. "Your tea is getting cold,"
"Impatient?" Ylva throws him a glare. "Lord Benson has probably already brought the prisoners to Bluevale, I just do not see the use of us sitting here, wasting valuable time in idle reading." She motions to his book in frustration.
A knock interrupts their conversation. One of the sorcerers enters and bows to them both.
"Your Grace, your guest has arrived."
"Thank you, Aki. Please, let him in."
"Right away, Your Grace."
Adal closes his book and removes his reading glasses. He gently places both on the table next to him as his sister watches with curious eyes.
"Who are you expecting?" She asks.
"Have a seat, Ylva." The Mage tells her and she complies.
