"Have a seat." Zorion waved to one side and sat down behind his desk.
"Yes, Master." Jacob cupped his hands and sat down in front of him.
"Give me your hand and let me have a look," Zorion instructed.
Jacob reached out and put his hand on the desk. There was a futon on the desk containing some herbs. He felt a chill run down the back of his hand when he placed his hand on it.
Zorion placed his fingers on Jacob's wrist and felt for the changes in his pulse. This time, he took longer than usual. After five minutes, he motioned for Jacob to switch to the other hand.
After another five minutes, Zorion finally loosened his grip. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together as he remained deep in thought. It looked like there was something he couldn't put his finger on.
After a long time, he said, "Jacob, how much do you know about your body?"
"I don't know anything at all." Jacob smiled bitterly.