Wortho was a majestic horse if Avery ever saw one. Of course, not one suited for the battlefield, but a majestic and gracefully fast horse nonetheless. It soon dawned on Avery that someone would classify him as a creeper if they knew of his watching, so he quickly turned away and rushed down the hall. Avery sweated a bit, hoping that there truly was no one else around. He hurriedly went to the library to continue his studies on varying magics.<br/><br/>Avery already knew a wide array of spells already known, but he strived to learn more. He always wanted to have the upper hand in battle, whether it be with a strategic move on the warfront or with a powerful spell none would even expect coming. Avery had yet to find a real good one, but he had learned a couple other miscellaneous spells of varying use.