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Arik meanwhile sat comfortably on a floor cushion.

he stroked his chin fuzz somewhat, while he looked at Isaiah pace up and down the cooled hall.

"Isaiah, what's wrong?" He eventually decided to ask.

The older man's behaviour was starting to annoy him a bit.