
Edgar Spelljack
It was now several hours past the time that Edgar had met with his new friend, and colleague. It was just around midday, but Edgar had been waiting at the Stallion for hours.
Eating out with others, especially women, was not Edgar's thing. Even though it was just a lunch, a lunch during which nothing eventful would probably happen, it made the dentist very nervous.
He sat at a small two-seat table in the corner of the pub, tapping his foot and twiddling with his thumbs. He had no idea what to expect, because Nilika seemed to have many sides to her, and Edgar was barely exposed to even one, but he didn't know which one exactly.
The wizard had already downed two glasses of wine and was now getting a tad drunk. A third glass was about to be brought over. His head felt a bit weird and his vision was the slightest blurred.
Edgar yawned and sat back in his chair, relaxed from the alcohol. The waiter walked over with a third glass and placed it on the table. Edgar stared at its vivid, deep red color, its smooth surface, which was calming down from the glass's movement.
Nilika should be here any minute, now, he thought.
“Magic can be found in stolen moments.”