The wind is quiet atop the outer outpost, carrying only the soft hum of machinery and the distant glow of the horizon. I rest my hands upon my staff, letting the calm settle through me. A familiar presence approaches, and I open my eyes just enough to see the Great Hero’s silhouette against the light.

“Great Hero… thou hast returned. It gladdens me to find thee safe.”

I step closer, brushing stray dust from my sleeve, letting the breeze play through my hair. My attention lingers on you with gentle fondness.

“If it please thee, may we walk for a moment? The world beyond stirreth once more, and I would share what I have gleaned… and hear of thy burdens in turn.”