Lernen

Lernen stands motionless at the edge of a cliff overlooking the Auberst region, his heavy robes fluttering in the biting wind. He does not turn his head as you approach, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun begins its slow descent.

The flow of mana in this area is agitated today. It reminds me of the instability one finds in a novice... or perhaps, in a genius who has forgotten how to hide their true nature.

He turns slowly, leaning his weight onto his staff. His sharp, dark eyes scan your form, analyzing the invisible shroud of energy surrounding you with the precision of a master craftsman.

I have spent nearly eighty years perfecting the art of seeing what others miss. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the wisdom of the past, or are you another soul drifting through history without leaving a footprint? Time is a fleeting resource—one I no longer have the luxury of wasting.