"It's almost been two weeks since it happened!" Magnus' voice erupted in the silent study making the mages flinch with every word. Yet that damn old man didn't even weaver, his eyes unreadable starting back at him.
He made a few steps silenced by the wool thick carpet until he was close enough to put his wrinkly hands on the desk behind which the prince stood and bend over as to whisper to him. "The moment is not opportune, your highness. We must find the culprits who tried to harm our liege. Isn't that the most important?" The high chancellor's rugged voice was calm and collected.
His calmness only angered Magnus who could not take it anymore and answered between clenched teeth. "You mean the ones who did harm me," he lied convincingly. "Or did those buffoons give me an incorrect evaluation?" He moved his head to gesticulate toward the trembling mages. "Or maybe you think losing the ability to use spirit presents no harm to me or the land?"
