Kwerty's look wasn't a glare. It was a bit more of a friendly nod. The routines that had transpired were pretty grand for apprentices. Especially the one that had won. He understood that. He could always find another master before too long. He approached Magnus, <span style='color:violet'> "Maybe next year?" </span> Kwerty said with a smile. Kwerty found Magnus to be in good taste and only wanted to be thought of if only that fondly. Out the door Kwerty went, extending his index and middle fingers out from his side. Peace.
