"Is he a lunatic or something? He should be in the Occum Shrine, not here."
"O! What did he say just now? Whose son is he? "
"Oman"
"You mean lord Oman!"
"Ah! I've recognised him. He is Lord Oman's son. "
"Wasn't he sick or something? How can he be here?"
"You've always holed up in your forge, so you don't know he has come around a week ago. "
"It is him. "
As soon as the crowd got over the initial shock they burst into frenzy conversations
Some were laughing at his stupidity; some were thinking that he had lost his mind. Senior smiths were enjoying the show with an interest.
Many apprentices, especially those whom Viswa was mentoring, were glaring at Ishit as if wanting to burn him alive. They wanted nothing but to kick his ass for humiliating their mentor.
