Out of the bag

The following morning at the Randells lawn their was a stair down, men with powerful auras were having a battle of stares but this was all just a coincidence.

The previous night after the party the Randells was walking out when Opius approached them.

“What do you want?” Xander asked.

“I just wanted to see how this little rascal has been doing?” Opius said.

“Who is this?” Sylvia asked.

“My name is Opius, I am the seventh tower master?” Opius said introducing herself.

“Don’t forget us as well,” Ilas and Fern said joining in from the side.

“Well of you do not mind we would like to leave, Aldin is rather upset,” Sylvia said as she was ready to leave.

“How about you stay for a while, it has been sometime since we last talked and today I noticed that the kid was hiding something.” Fern said.

“Don’t you agree Xander, after all you are his master I am sure you know what I am taking about?” Ilas said.

“What am I hearing?” Oris said walking in on the conversation.