Isaac's POV
After a short period of silence, I took a step towards Kalifa and watched as she took a step back. "Come on, what could possibly be in that book that you don't want me to know?" I asked her, groaning in frustration. It could be so easy to pull her back to me with the power of wind, but I found myself hesitant to do it when tears streamed down her cheeks.
"It's a horrible story. I don't want it to put a scar on Armensia," she said.
"What could be worse than the entire Dwarf race committing mass suicide?" I asked her. She gasped in shock upon hearing my news.
"What do you mean, mass suicide? Have the dwarves killed themselves?"
"You've never been one to care for dwarves and neither do all the other races. Now hand over the book… I need to know what's special about that race and why they are so loathed by the others," I said to her, running out of patience.
