Master Maloway walked slowly down the hallway of the first tower, his brows furrowed into his signature frown.
With each step he took, his cane tapped lightly against the ground, forming a rhythm.
Beside Master Maloway was another senior master of the academy, Master Gerwin who accompanied Master Maloway, hands crossed behind his back.
"You keep following me around, are you worried I might fall and tumble down the stairs?" Master Maloway asked in a disgruntled tone after a moment of silence.
"I have not seen you so active in a long time. Are you so worried for the girl you barely know?" Master Gerwin asked back.
"Worry?!" Master Maloway exclaimed in indignation, his loud voice echoing down the quiet halls and disturbing the peace of the tower, as was a usual occurrence.
"What do you mean worry?! Who should I be worried for?!" Master Maloway demanded.
A quiet scoff sounded from Master Gerwin.