Jin sat down opposite the Wizard in his house. The Wizard seemed like a man who seldom missed his mundane cups of burning coffee.
He seemed particularly happy to see Jin today. Happier than all days. That smile lingered on his middle-aged face for far too long.
"So ..." Jin trailed off, "a tournament, huh?"
"Indeed," The Wizard said, "I didn't plan it myself, it just happened. More of a demand set up by Jerald, but I complied since Franklin made it sound so much like a proprosal instead."
Jin nodded. "I see." His eyes were apathetic as usual. He sighed, and then leaned back in the chair, folding his arms, and crossing his legs. "Wizard, I've planned to leave tomorrow for a bit."
The Wizard had nearly spat out his coffee. "What did you say?"
"Don't like repeating myself for the purpose of emphasis," Jin smirked, "you heard me just right."
The Wizard wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. "How long would you be gone?"
