Two weeks had flashed by.
Angor finished reading his tablet near the end of the Month of Offering. He had gone through everything that might provide him an answer to the cause, and the remaining books were all low-level cantrip tutorials or worthless magazines.
He leaned back on his chair and moaned in frustration.
Is there nothing I can do? Should I speak to Professor Sunders after all? But… he probably hasn't returned from the Abyss Plane yet.
Or should I find Greya?
He had two purposes for coming to the wizarding world, one of which was to prevent Jon's fated death. Now he felt hopeless and powerless.
Auri was knocking on his door again, which she had been doing often during the last few days. This "personal maid" of Angor didn't quite understand what Angor meant by "seclusion" and insisted on checking on Angor and bringing him a food cart now and then. In her view, human beings couldn't live without food and water for too long.
