When the old wizard did that, he usually was up to something.

In the southwestern point was a young man working with an older wizard.

Too many secrets had been lost with the old wizards.

They could do it Themselves, or with the help of older wizards.

He leaned down to look at the old wizard's face.

The last of the ones created by the old wizards.

But he asked the old wizard to work out the details.

The old wizard was standing like a statue, with his mouth open.

There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by the open window.