A lone ferry, creaking under the weight of its cargo, was piloted by the Ferryman Golcharon. He seemed almost cheerful in comparison to the gloomy surroundings. He eyes you as you step onto the rickety deck, the river’s chill biting at your ankles.

“First time across?” Golcharon asks. “The Academy’s gardens are still watching. The hedges… they see more than they ought.”

You glance up at the Front Gardens, and the blueberries at the bushes stare you back.

"Well, good luck on whatever you're looking for!" The Ferryman bids farewell, rowing back to the other side.