Lord Rowe sat there, staring at Noah, eyes burning.
The man's hands trembled, his teeth grinding in his jaw.
Noah watched as the man slowly calmed himself down in an impressive display of willpower.
He said nothing, giving the man time to regain his poise.
Finally, Lord Rowe exhaled, the tension bleeding out of him. His mind had gone through the information present before him.
The High Magus wouldn't lie. Noah Webb was important. And someone had used his image to bait his daughter.
"Who did this?" He finally asked. "Who killed my daughter?"
"I don't know." Noah answered honestly. "But I do know that if you want answers, they're in the capital."
Lord Rowe sat there in silence for almost a minute, before he came to a conclusion. He stood up abruptly, and Noah almost poured mana into his shadows.
The man looked down on Noah, eyes blazing. "It seems like I owe you an apology, young man." He said.
