This is your first time feeling such blatant animosity towards you. A magician in a black robe isn’t even attempting to hide his glares. He takes a step towards you and introduces himself.

“I and another magician Silon are taking turns guarding you until his lordship tells us to stop.”

“Ah, so that guy sent you ….” You say, squinting when you remember Reinhart, the master of the magic tower.