"Y-Young Master!" Stammered Colahn. In his shock, he almost dropped the precious artifact within his hands. Unable to stable himself for he was leaning quite close to the edge of the table, his feet twisted slightly.
BANG!
Pain instantly shot through his hip. Gritted teeth and clenched jaws, the seer released a miserable groan while clutching the orb against his chest. Phaelona slipped slightly but didn't suffer any pain. When she heard the sound, a worried crease appeared between her light brows. Concern morphed her elegant countenance when she neared Colahn, whispering to him worriedly. Colahn shot her a glare.
Receiving his hostile look, the Elven Mage was reminded of the cause of their argument and she scoffed. "Idiot..."
"..."
Moulin blinked. For a moment, he exchanged gazes with Snow and Kier. What's with these two?
