Jon looked up from the crystal ball. "Then what should I do?"
"Don't make any wishes. Or do. I doesn't matter to me."
"I thought you were supposed to be wise, that you were supposed to help me."
"Is that what your grandfather said?"
Jon shrugged.
"Listen. You're a good kid. I know that. Even when wishes go wrong, I know you always have the best of intentions."
"And?"
"And nothing. I just thought I'd cheer you up."
Jon glared at him. This mage guy wasn't any help. He started to walk out of the room, but then the mage stopped him.
"The one that took your stone is still out there. Be wary of that fact."
"Do you know who he is? Where he is?"
"Yes."
