On the balcony of the restaurant.
"Father, I'm thirsty. I'm going down to drink some water; wait for me here, I'll be back soon." Amy placed her longsword off to the side before rushing downstairs.
Mag smiled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Sword training was one of his daily activities, and practicing every night for an hour before bed had been quite beneficial to his swordsmanship.
We've been training for close to an hour now; I'm also getting a little thirsty. Mag also placed his longsword down before heading downstairs. He was still a little worried about leaving Amy on her own, even if she had only gone to drink some water.
After arriving at the bottom of the staircase, Mag was just about to walk into the room when he suddenly stopped before carefully casting his gaze toward the entrance of the restaurant.
