You gazed around the impressively vast marble hall, fidgeting mindlessly. The young man in front of you stopped his leisurely pace to glance over his shoulder at you, gesturing you forwards.

“The tour doesn’t end here.”

He laughed, adjusting his clipboard in the crook of his arm and proceeding, as you picked up a steady stride beside him.

“I’m glad we managed to track you down. We’re always in search of more talented arcanists like yourself.”