[The sound of Isaac’s soft chuckling announces his appearance as he approaches a few minutes after the appointed time, as is typical of the arrangements he makes. The sound of his heels clacking against the cobblestones is dampened by the snow.]
I trust you have not been waiting long.
[Not that it matters to him; he’d waited so many years to see Hector’s face again after the fall of the castle, he feels the man could stand to exercise some patience. Should he not lower his book, the Forgemaster will have half a mind to pluck it from his hands. He will suffer no distractions.]
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I trust you have not been waiting long.
[Not that it matters to him; he’d waited so many years to see Hector’s face again after the fall of the castle, he feels the man could stand to exercise some patience. Should he not lower his book, the Forgemaster will have half a mind to pluck it from his hands. He will suffer no distractions.]