The Wandering Wizard stood next to the railing on the second floor, silently watching the backs of two young wizards as they left.
Behind him, a rustling sound came from the portrait embedded in a walnut frame on the wall. The man in the black wizard's robe on the canvas suddenly coughed softly.
"Cough, cough!"
The man in the portrait was wearing a greasy pointed wizard hat, and his prominent hooked nose seemed about to pierce through the frame. At this moment, he made a coughing gesture with one hand covering his mouth:
"Cough, cough!"
The Wandering Wizard evidently heard this unusual greeting.
"Speak!" He faced away from the portrait with his eyes still on the floor below, his voice sounding rather somber.
"Good evening, honorable committee member sir." The man in the portrait tipped his hat, greeting in a greasily smooth voice: "Guests from afar bring you greetings of the late summer, wishing you a happy life."
