Ocean of Darkness

Jason sat in his room. It was completely barren, nothing but a bed and a lamp. He never had company, and he only stayed in his room to meditate and sleep. His eyes were closed as he laid on his bed. "You can come in!" he called. "I know you're waiting outside."

Vant, surprised, opens the door and he walks in. He had his lance on his back, and he looks at the mage with curiosity. In all honesty, he was a little nervous.

" so um...what do you want to talk about? " Vant said as he had his arms crossed looking at him.

"I'm not the one that came to you," said Jason, sitting up on his bed.

" is this about me? About the path that i have been on? " Vant said as he looks back at him with a bit of a glare.

"Like I said, I'm not the one that came to you," Jason's gaze still didn't shift.

" as usual, i don't understand. What are you talking about? " Vant said as he was getting a little frustrated at the cryptic mage.

"It's rather self explanatory," said Jason. "I was sitting here, taking a nap, when you walked up here, I assume to talk, and was waiting outside."

" yeah. It was to talk. It's...has been...hard for me. I am wondering if i am getting better or worse at this. " Vant said as he walks past him and looks at his hands.