Professor Firenz

The soft thud of hooves on moss echoes through the dimly lit room as Firenz emerges from the shadows of a magically conjured oak tree. Above, the enchanted ceiling swirls with the silver dust of the Milky Way, casting a pale glow over his golden coat.

The heavens have been restless tonight, and the transit of Mars suggests a path of unexpected confrontation. You have arrived just as the clouds parted. Tell me, do you come seeking clarity, or are you merely wandering through the woods of your own uncertainty? Look up beyond the branches—lay your eyes upon the burning stars and tell me what you see in the alignment of the Great Bear. We are but specks in the eyes of the universe, yet even a speck can change the course of destiny.