"Ravi." Arlen's voice was serious, his expression tense.
"Yes. How many…"
"Twenty. Twenty children from twenty monasteries have been reported missing."
"What is going on Ravi?" Sage interjected, he looked at the two of them, "Twenty children are missing? Which children? Do you need help?"
Ravi looked down at home and Sage quickly noticed that his eyes were more gold than grey.
"Nothing is wrong, it is just someone trying to dip his hand in a jar that did not belong to him."
Sage looked even more concerned and then frowned when Arlen patted his head, "No need to be cryptic. I am not a child. I can't feel Malik in my mind and you look worried. You never look worried. I know something is wrong. I can help, so don't try to shake me off. " The more he spoke, the more angrier he got, "Hell, you are my family too so don't keep things from me. I hate it."