Aren't white wizards supposed to be a group of serious, stern ceremoneous individuals, solely focused on their experiments?
What's the deal with this gossipy old man standing before me?
If Ian could hear Milton Cheney's inner thoughts.
He would likely say, would I be controlling the continent if I were really as you imagine?
Nonetheless, Cheney nodded respectfully, feigning interest as he looked at Ian.
Ian returned the nod satisfactorily, then with a mysterious expression he began, "Lord Potosà is Lord Mansour's younger brother."
"That's it?"
"What do you mean that's it? Isn't that enough? Oh, I forgot. You may not be aware of who Lord Mansour is."
"I pro..."
"I know."
"You...you know?"
Ian looked at Cheney in shock.
"You're so nonchalant, aren't you shocked? That's a level 7 wizard we're talking about!"
"I never said I wasn't shocked."
"But I absolutely can't see any signs of you being shocked!"
Ian looked serious.
