Isaac's POV
The images began moving, "We had an agreement. The artras are still far from showing up. You shouldn't even be here in the first place. Rumours of you appearing all over Armensia are moving through the masses. There is an uproar of panic in Armensia on whether the dark magic barrier will open soon. What do you hope to gain from suck recklessness?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, Jovenor. I finished what I was doing. I found what I was looking for. You don't have to lecture me on what I already know," the boy yelled back, barely fazed by the older man's anger.
Jovenor, too angry to speak, forced a long breath out of himself in an attempt to cool his anger. 'Yelling at a young boy like that wouldn't look good on anyone, huh…' "At least, tell me what you found?"
