"But," Twali said after the Cube cut off. Shaking his head, he continued with voice diminishing. "That won't be appropriate, Lord Sven."
Ned wasn't sure if Twali was pitying him, or genuinely declining his Master. This Lord is difficult to read, Ned thought, sighing. "So what now?" He said.
"He seemed to be eager after talking to you, Ned," Twali said, picking the Cube. "Tell m—"
The Cube blinked of light. Twali lifted it back over the table, brushing the stack of paper with his elbow. The Cube shone red, and Twali injected mana with haste. "Lord Sven," Twali said, nodding at Ned.
