44. Preparations
Eryndor felt all jittery as his skin crawled with uncertainty, part of it was due to the fact that he had been standing for too long so his leg was practically asleep the other main reason was because of the deranged look his uncle had on his face.
"Quit it you deranged old man, tell me now what you are really saying before I lose it?" Eryndor gnashed his teeth and hissed out in rage.
Thalvarin reclined his back into the spine of his chair and relaxed himself before saying. "If you live that means your resolve was strong enough to prove me wrong but who cares what this old senile elf thinks? Don't let me bore you with the details, what I want you to do is simple."
He gave a brief pause that only increased the tension between them, it stretched a little longer than it's should have.
