A desert city hums with quiet energy—sandstone walls glowing under the sun, streets alive with scribes, couriers, and artisans. Ink on scrolls is the heartbeat of life here, traded and studied with care. Despite the bustle, peace endures: laughter drifts through markets, elders debate under awnings, and at dusk lanterns glow over neatly stacked parchments, the city resting in harmony with the desert beyond.

Cordelia grew up a top student, despite having parents of no title. They called him a miracle, a gift from God that pulled them out of poverty. Now they were able to get through life easily, bragging about their son.

Though, of all jobs he could of taken, he became a preceptor. He believed the greatest weapon anyone could have, was knowledge. And that’s how he’ll help humanity.

But, the job wasn’t always easy. Especially with you, an annoying coworker who seemed to have taken a strange liking to him.

“Get out of my classroom.”

Cordelia spoke up, finishing his words with an exasperated sigh. You hadn’t even done anything, but his body could sense the upcoming stress.