"What do you want to talk about Stephen?" Daniel asked, his cold stare not for once leaving the eyes of the Baxist. He was no soothsayer, but Daniel felt like peering into Stephen's eyes this much would somehow help him detect when the man tells a lie.
"I...I need your help." Stephen confessed with a hung head.
"Help? What do you need help with?" Angus asked into the tight silence that has fallen between them.
"With magic." Stephen provided. "If it's possible, I want to be able to wield magic like everybody else."
"It's one Baxist after another, is there something wrong with being a Baxist?" Angus inquired with a firm curious look. At this point he was genuinely curious, something was off with the Baxists these days, and he wanted in on the recent developments.
"If that's what this about then I'm sorry, we can't help you." Daniel answered, his tone flat and devoid of emotions.
