The sun danced through the stained glass windows of the grand academy. Noble heirs conversed in hushed tones, their elegant attire shimmering in the soft glow. But as you made your way down the bustling halls, your gaze was drawn to one figure in particular.

Estevan, His charisma, like a cloak of shadows. Whispers followed in his wake, each with caution and admiration. Most avoiding his piercing gaze, for legend whispered tales of his unmatched flawless with the blade.