Wahrryn's Point Of View
"I wonder how long Master's meeting will be...?" I grumbled into Master's pillow.
He had been gone a little over an hour now– and we didn't want to barge in and bother him– but personally, I was beginning to worry.
He told us to stay put– because he had to attend an important meeting– but we never thought he'd be gone this long.
"Well, if I had to guess... I'd say another hour or so... Maybe?" Mahxim said, rubbing my back to comfort me.
"Should we ask Blaihre?" Jehssope suggested.
"Only if you see him nearby... I don't think we should bother him if he's busy..." Maihsson murmured.
"Yeah... Just peek your head out the door, and see if he's already out there somewhere..." I agreed.
Mahxim got off the bed, and headed for the door. I couldn't shake the anxiety that I was feeling, because the look on our Master's face before he left was... Eerily ominous...
