Master Hjalmar I
Freya returned to her room a little late in the evening to find Art sitting in her room.
“How did you get inside?” Freya asked as she entered the room. She explicitly remembered closing the window and door.
“Oh please, I’m a mage.” Artium waved her off. “If just a locked door could stop me, I wouldn’t be a good mage, now would I?”
“You do realize what a massive breach of privacy, this is. Don’t you?” Freya asked half-jokingly.
“Breach of Privacy? This is a rented room. Moreover, I resided in your mind for almost a month. Besides, I just wanted to meet you before tomorrow and I didn’t want to wait in the lobby.” Art looked at her with disbelief.
“Put aside this frivolous matter, I have some important to discuss.” The mage spoke as he handed her the tournament ticket.