Estev stared at the three Dark Wizards before him, squinting, no longer wanting to say another word.
He was pondering more important matters, feeling that all of this seemed a bit too simple. He couldn't quite place it, though; he only had a bad premonition. If possible, he'd rather go back down the mountain and calculate some predictions with the hunchbacked Scholar. Despite knowing there were many possibilities in the future, he preferred to accept the probabilities calculated by the Scholar. However, he was not a Wizard and lacked extraordinary mobility. At that moment, he was slightly envious of Wizards...
Before him stood a Wizard. Even though she was a Gray Robe, Estev felt the strength displayed by this Wizard during the earlier fight was quite impressive, making her hard to predict.
