It was Jaegar.
His appearance was dishevelled, his clothes torn and dirtied from his journey through the labyrinth. There was a fire in his eyes, but not the same as before. This time, he had not fought the guards when they captured him.
He wanted answers. While he was coming out of the labyrinth, Jaegar thought about how to deal with the witch coven. He may have overdid it a little when they confronted him, but he didn't regret it. He couldn't let someone speak ill of his aunt. And after a quick thought, he shouldn't make things difficult for his master; he realized that part later.
Jaegar understood that the entire spire had turned against his master, though the reason remained unknown.
The matters of Witch spire, wouldn't leak outside as they were a strict community.
And still, the whereabouts of his aunt or his master were unknown. So, he couldn't act on his temper.
