The Mages are in their space, rest in their armchairs and stroke their goatees, talking among one other and discussing some magic stuff, August thinks and Hades remains silent, Herbert sips s tea, Bernhart smiles at the smally birds, William frowns, Silas reads the ancientest scrolls, Walther and Zhong speak.
August: "Hm, so you are speaking of Asta being able to use Anti-Magic?" Hades: "..." Herbert: "Good tea servants here make. Excellent to an old man." Bernhart: "Birds today are so loud, the weather will be good." William: "These scrolls were made after our birth. We saw all that was written in them." Silas: "Bah, I know, okay?! I just pick up the material to critize the today's historians!" Walther: "As fierce as usual, brother." Zhong: "Indeed you are, Silas."