Amara was busy in her own room, leaving Olyver to roam the monastery by himself. The relentless rain outside made a stroll in the gardens impossible, so he aimlessly wandered the dimly lit hallways.

As he rounded a corner, he unexpectedly collided with someone, the sudden impact causing him to stumble and fall to the cold stone floor with a muffled thud. Wincing slightly, he rubbed the back of his head and looked up to see who he had bumped into.