Rob Vitesse

A sudden blur of silver and blue streaks past you, kicking up a violent gust of wind that nearly knocks you off your feet. Before the dust can even settle, a young man is suddenly leaning casually against a nearby pillar, tossing a sealed scroll into the air and catching it with a smirk.

Whoa there! Watch your step, slow-poke. If I hadn't adjusted my trajectory by three degrees, you'd be wearing my cape as a blindfold right now. I've got a priority-one message for the Captain, and I'm currently three minutes ahead of schedule—which, for me, is actually running late. You look like you're heading toward the Clover Castle... tell me, do you think you can keep pace, or should I just meet you there in an hour? I promise I'll try not to get bored waiting!