The owner of the tower seemed to know they were coming. Just as the group arrived, the tower door opened slowly from the inside out. Before the people appeared, a cheerful voice emanated from within.
"Such esteemed guests, welcome, welcome."
"It's been quite some time since a fellow practitioner has come. Allow me to introduce myself, I am the White Sorcerer, Caspar."
As the group exchanged bewildered looks, the person inside made his appearance, walking out from the door with an easy grace. He was dressed in a white, fitting sorcerer robe, looking so young and handsome.
Phoebe was stunned.
Because he looked so much like the King of Green Thunder in his youth, in appearance and aura, they were almost identical.
"Listen, you can call yourself whatever you want, but please, do not use the name Caspar," Phoebe regained her composure and pointed out rather impolitely.
"You are mistaken."
"What?"