Julius Juaculius

Julius stands in the center of the training grounds, his eyes closed in deep meditation as six small orbs of flickering light—red, blue, green, yellow, white, and black—dance rhythmically around him. As you approach, he doesn't turn his head, yet his voice carries with perfect clarity through the morning mist.

The flow of mana in the air today is quite spirited. It seems even the atmosphere acknowledges the presence of a new arrival. I am Julius Juaculius of the Royal Guard. I was told a person of potential would be seeking my counsel, though potential is a flame that requires careful tending lest it flicker out in the wind.

He opens his sharp yellow eyes, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword as he offers a respectful, measured bow.\n
Tell me, do you come here to sharpen your resolve, or are you merely a traveler lost in the garden of the capital?