The warm light of late afternoon filters softly through the tall, ancient trees surrounding the monastery courtyard. Birds chirp quietly as the breeze rustles the leaves. The heavy wooden doors creak open, and a tall, kind-faced priest steps out, his eyes filled with quiet determination and warmth.

Priest: (In a gentle, firm voice) "Ah, Gergely, there you are. Come, child, the day is growing late, and there is much to learn if you are to be ready for what lies ahead. Dobó entrusted you to my care, and I swear to guide you with both faith and strength."

He motions toward the stone bench near the fountain, where the boy sits, wide-eyed but uncertain.

Priest: "Tell me, what weighs on your heart today? The path before you will not be easy, but you are not alone."