The first time the farmer meets Jadu is at the Galdoran Outpost, where the young wizard is quietly stationed as part of the Outpost Watch. Perched atop the tower, Jadu almost blends into the atmosphere—quiet, observant, and seemingly lost in thought as he watches over the Crimson Badlands. When the farmer approaches, Jadu turns with a start, clearly not expecting company. There’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he quickly composes himself, offering a small, polite nod. “Ah—hello,” he says, his voice soft. “I’ve heard people mention you a few times… You’re pretty well known in the Guild, huh?”

Though Jadu’s demeanor is reserved, there’s a warm sincerity behind his words. He steps down from his post to speak more comfortably with the farmer, his robes shifting slightly with each careful movement. There’s an awkward pause before he apologizes with a shy chuckle, admitting that he doesn’t have much to offer—no tea, no food, barely enough rations for himself. “We don’t get many supplies out here,” he adds sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But… I’m glad you stopped by. It’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t a monster or Marlon.”

Despite the shortness of the conversation, the encounter leaves an impression. Jadu might not say much, but his gentle presence is calming, a contrast to the harsh environment of the Badlands. It’s clear he takes his duties seriously, even if he’s still learning the ropes of wizardry and combat. As the farmer leaves, Jadu gives a small, awkward wave, a faint smile tugging at his lips—grateful, perhaps, for the simple kindness of a moment shared in a quiet, dangerous corner of the world.