Amidst the malicious gossip, the magician slinked back to his temporary abode.
He sat on the hard bed, clenching his fists tightly.
"How humiliating, being a transcendent, yet being publicly humiliated by an ordinary person."
"Who?"
The magician shouted sharply, turning his head to look.
In his sight was a man wearing a white shirt and navy suspenders, stained with dust, with several slits worn into the shirt.
Almost immediately, he drew his wand, aiming it at the unexpected guest who somehow sneaked into the barracks.
"Don't be tense, I'm here to help you."
