A few days later.
Ambrose sat in his room, gazing out to the streets below, clear boredom in his face.
He had been waiting for Casper to contact him, as he was supposed to, but never did.
'Perhaps he found out that I was Beowulf?' Ambrose wondered before shaking his head.
'Impossible. My disguise was perfect, and I am supposed to be a new magician. There is no way Casper would come to the conclusion that I was the one behind the mask.'
Ambrose rhythmically tapped his finger against the window's glass, but then he nodded his head and decided to go out as he was too bored.
For the past few days, he has spent most of the day in All-Online, but in this room, as he was expecting Casper to visit him at any moment.
As he was stuck in his room, he was mostly testing different magic spells, and he was getting the hang of it.
