Late at night, in a remote and filthy alleyway, a dark shadow materialized out of thin air. It glanced cautiously from side to side and, making sure the coast was clear, hurried off into the depths of the alley.
The wizard stopped in front of an old house, raised a hand to rap on the wooden door while anxiously looking around, and slipped inside amid the creak of the opening door.
Once inside, the wizard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He glanced up at the middle-aged man who had opened the door for him, walked over to the roaring fireplace, and crouched down beside the armchair, saying to the infant resting within it, "Master, I have returned."
Chapter 861