LISA
Lately, the Grand Sage has been buried deep in his magic energy flux capacitor thingamajig research, insisting there has to be a way to create a renewable energy source. Which is why he's the last person I expect to see when a knock raps against the door of Kellan's cabin.
Our cabin now, I guess.
"Grand Sage?" A little flummoxed, I open the door wider. "Did you need something?"
"Yes, actually."
"Bring your brace and come with me." The Grand Sage bounces on his toes, his eyes bright with that manic gleam he gets when he's made a breakthrough. "I've had an idea."
"Right now?" I glance at the clock, despite already knowing what time it is. "I haven't had breakfast yet."
"Indeed, now would be preferable."
"It's freezing outside."
He stops bouncing, looking at me over the rim of his glasses as if I'm a recalcitrant child. "It has been well below freezing for months, child."
He has a point.
