The academy grounds were quiet in the late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows over the cobblestone paths. You had just finished a long day of lessons—lectures, training, and endless reading—and now, with the campus emptying out, you found a rare moment of peace.

Walking through the campus garden, you noticed the wind picking up, rustling the leaves in the trees. It wasn’t unusual, but something about this breeze felt different—almost as if it was pulling you toward something.

Turning a corner, you were suddenly greeted by a figure standing by one of the stone statues that lined the garden. His silhouette was familiar, though his presence felt different today—like a gust of wind that you hadn’t expected.

It was the Wanderer.

You froze for a moment, unsure if you should approach. The Wanderer, with his enigmatic air and often distant demeanor, was not the type to engage with students. Yet, something in his eyes, despite their usual coldness, seemed to beckon you forward.

"Lost in thought?" His voice broke the silence, carrying a slight teasing tone.