"Zzz... Please, take a seat, Mr. Fisher."
Fisher followed Helldor into his magic workshop located downstairs. Sister Ilois had gone back to rest earlier; her stomach hadn't entirely healed, and running around outside all day had been quite troublesome for her. Besides, magic wasn't her field of expertise.
Helldor's magic workshop was his usual residence. When Helldor pushed open the door and entered, a tidy and clean magic workshop was revealed to Fisher's eyes.
To the left were rows of neat bookshelves, in the center stood a square wooden table adorned with a complete set of magic engraving tools, among which were several drill blades and groove engraving tools Fisher seldom used, indicating that the Helldor before him was an experienced old mage.
