Horel nervously tugged at his overgrown beard and paced around Terrence's room, sweeping the floor with a heavy velvet cloak.
After talking with Rick, he spent some more time thinking and analyzing her life and there were moments that did not fit into the shelves, as if there were some missing details, without which the picture did not add up.
To test his theory, he went to Terrence, finding him alone in the room for training. A wooden makenen floated in the air, dodging and attacking with sharp wedges sticking out of the base of the mannequin, while Terrence repelled each attack deftly and maneuverably.
His arms and legs moved so fast, as if he was a skilled fighter, although in fact he had not participated in any war yet due to the fact that Lillian was overprotective of her beloved only son.
When he saw his father, he turned to face him and the dummy immediately disappeared into thin air at the wave of his magic wand.
