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He knew now that other forces were at work here but they were like no magic he had ever seen. Too deep in thought to even notice glowing eyes trailing him, Leofric hardly noticed as he sat down on the sundial. There in that spot his thoughts are on the hiker and he cannot help but to growl in frustration. "Like no magic... I have ever seen," he muttered to himself.
He was leaning back by then and his eyes were fluttering closed. He fell asleep for an hour or maybe two, for it did not seem to matter in the limbo of Gooseneck but when he awoke it was with sore bones but a clearer feeling. It started the very moment he opened his eyes and saw in what could be mistaken as a drunken light a window and stack of books. Leofric only smiled then and began to laugh, softly at first but steadily growing in volume. He sighed and he groaned but Leofric pulled himself to his feet and stretched.
That was when he saw the eye of the still bird and he questioned if he might be dreaming. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Leofric slowly lowered his arms and approached the front door. Just a breath later and he would be inside and already he had swore that he would never return to this sullen town.