Bab 82: A quick meeting

Trace moved quickly down the hallway and stopped before the familiar door. Rapping twice on its frame, he waited for the instruction to enter.

Sanders was in his chair, staring out his window with a deep expression of concern.

"Good Morning," Trace greeted flatly.

The older man's eyes slid towards him before he responded, standing. "Ah, Trace. No doubt you have come to inquire about the magic user the princess requested. I believe I may have found one that will suit her needs, but of course she has the final say. Let me retrieve my notes on the person's talents. You can take them and show them to the princess for her perusal, I know how exacting she can be so I made sure to…"

Sanders began pushing through the papers on his desk with a look of deep concentration.

"That's not entirely why I'm here," Trace glanced around.