"Indeed, it is me," replied the blurry figure of the bearded wise man.
"Is this because I accepted the focus?" asked Uriel.
"No, and you haven't accepted the focus yet," the wise man replied, though there seemed to be a lingering anger in his voice.
"Then…"
"How many of the verses have you memorized?" he asked interrupting Uriel.
"50," Uriel replied feeling a little on edge, the wise man was definitely the same person, but he was giving off a stifling aura of anger.
"And how many verses are in the book Ozvann gave you?" he asked.
"I'm not s…" Uriel started to reply but he was cut off once again.
"1204," the wise man interrupted, as he spoke the book appeared out of thin air and fell into Uriel's hand.
"Do you know what the verses are?" the wise man asked as he turned to face Uriel, but his face was still veiled except for his beard.
