The sorcerer arrived at his house wearing an expression of extreme anxiety, and it was clear that he was juggling a great deal of thoughts and ideas in his head at the same time.
As soon as he stepped foot inside his residence, he made his way straight to his private sanctuary, which is where he typically meditates without being disturbed by anyone else.
As he moved around the room with a troubled mind, he carefully set the staff he was holding down next to the makeshift altar he had constructed for the purpose of meditation.
"Who could she be, and why did she have such a large and shining star on her forehead?" Would it be possible for her to be the one? He pondered each of these things in his head while maintaining an expression of bewilderment on his face.
"My grandfather was the one who was given the prophesy that someone like that would one day emerge, but I do not believe that we should jump to any conclusions just now... I want to keep a careful eye on her so that I may better
