Azazel looked over at the door as he heard a knock echo through the silence. Apparently it's time to go. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds and got up. Time waits for no man, unless you know Stop magic. He chuckled at that random thought.

"I will be out momentarily." Azazel called to Arthal as he got dressed. After doing so, he exited his room and went to the kitchen to eat. He opened up the cupboard to prepare his food and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. Some milk and a slice of pie. He took out the pie and took a bite of it. "Cinnamon pie." He whispered to himself quietly. Azazel frowned and threw the pie away. This temple knew too much.

He then decided to go see if there was a library, reading was good. He noticed Cyrus and waved as he passed him.