"What? I can adjust them for you. You want them bigger?" asked Mori.
The old man turned around after carefully putting the crown down.
"No, they're just..."
The man trailed off, in thought.
"They're horrible," said Jax right next to him.
Mori filled his lungs with air, slowly exhaling with his eyes closed.
Most of the time, people relied on him and his strength. When using magic, most reactions were usually wonder or fear.
Here, it was disappointment.
"Don't take it that way, it only means you can grow some more."
"And looking at these, there's a LOT of growing to do," added Jax chuckling.
"They're chains. What more did you expect?"
The man was polishing the crown as it sat on the table, using a piece of the rags he wore and his breath.
