With the approach of his death, the desires of Hugo, the Tower Master, had also become increasingly thin.
Now, as long as it didn't particularly displease him, his usual responses were "Indeed, anything's fine, you're right," this set of three.
Had it been before, facing the two promising young Wizards Annan brought, Hugo would have definitely paid close attention—having advanced to the silver rank at such a young age, with good character and unique talent, and most crucially, their spellbook barely filled, they were truly like raw gems.
Even if just to get on good terms with them to guide them onto the right path, Hugo would certainly have carefully studied the games they brought over and helped them find old friends to give support.
But now, he had become much more fatigued.
