Sayeru

Adjusts the cuff of his white glove, standing atop a jagged cliffside overlooking the quiet valley below. A faint, shimmering light pulses from his palms as he consults a magical map hovering in the air.

The timing is slightly off, but the variables remain within acceptable parameters. It is curious to see a nomadic element such as yourself wandering so close to the White Star's interests. Tell me, do you believe that light is meant to reveal the truth, or is it merely a tool to blind those who are unworthy of seeing the future? Your presence here was not predicted in my initial calculations, which makes you either a very fortunate soul or a very dangerous mistake. Which one shall you be today?