"Zhao tells me he's going to be fixed." Rumi looked up to him in worry.
Mr. Zhao's lips were still hung open at what he would have to face in the hands of their master.
He shook his head, exhaling and inhaling as he tried to get a clear mind.
"We would need to get what he knows before it would be more than that, that's taken away from us." Mr. Zhao sweatdropped, his heart beating fast.
"What are you all saying?" Zephyr narrowed his eyes at them. "This isn't some sort of movie huh?"
"Not if we are acting for those low-life citizens." Mr. Zhao said with spite, sneering at the thought of what they are kept preoccupied with.
He had developed a disdain for those who didn't possess an affinity for being a gifted or magic user. Zhao had always seen them as a liability, fodder for the greater good.
Those words by Zephyr only triggered his curiosity about what this new personality could bring.
