"Where is she?"

     Ja Lia asked as he paced the room continuously. Twas a large one. Larger than that which he used to live in before the whole turns and twists. 

   Lailah was seating comfortably on one of the three chairs in the room. Aside the chair, the room was scanty. There wasn't anything of interest, except some medieval arts of witchery etched in the walls.

   Twas a sitting room. 

    "Come have a seat, I have a plan."

   She said, looking sternly at him. She seemed to had changed. That wasn't the Lailah he used to know. 

    She should had been doing something else or feeling herself. But she seemed...