"Ah, the weather is fine, the breeze is gentle. Look up to the vast universe and look down upon the battle in the wild. Freeing your line of sight and embracing whatever it contains, it provides such amusement..."
The Wandering Wizard in the portrait behind the door somehow procured a telescope, enthusiastically watching the battle in the 'Eye of Vortex' outside the window while mumbling his thoughts out loud.
His remarks were as enigmatic as an antelope's horns, baffling to all.
Yet, they effectively eased the tense atmosphere in the lounge.
Even Neville, who was deeply engrossed in calculating and adjusting the betting odds, unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside the window, on the Hunting Ground.