Not much was said between them beyond the obligatory I love you’s and asking if either of them were comfortable or not. ‘What is it, Master Rio?’ Lillin asked and all eyes flashed towards the elderly woman as she stood up. ‘We have indeed read the reports, and they are very troubling. It actually hurt a little. ‘You’re safe here. ‘No pulse, he’s not breathing, but he still looks to be alive. Even the mouthy and ill behaved Zya had a serious look on her face. ‘So these are them?’ the old man asked and his voice was rough and grating, like dragging your heel through a pile of gravel really fast. He stood in the middle of the group and held a long metal staff in his left hand like his life depended on it. A bright white wall of light the size of a three story building quickly appeared in front of the retreating Master and stopped him and his entourage in their tracks.
