"I have no idea who that was or what his motive might have been..." Ophion replied. "I was hoping that you knew something about it..."
Meanwhile...
Kos sat on his bed. He waited there patiently "thinking about what he did"... he waited until the sun sank just low enough in the sky. Although his family had already eaten dinner, he knew that his mother liked to have a cup of tea afterwards... and always at a certain time of day. When he knew that time had come, he also knew that his mother would be downstairs, sitting on a nice, soft cushion drinking that tea and reading something.
Now that she was distracted, Kosjurec pushed his bed aside and lifted up a loose floorboard, revealing some scrolls he had "borrowed" from his father. He sat on his bed, reading those magical pieces of parchment, hoping to learn more about the mysteries of magic...