Brother Elios walked with steady steps through the winding roads of Yarzat, his expression serene beneath the golden light of the setting sun.
Behind him, his pupils followed in silent reverence, their simple robes rustling with each movement. The city bustled around them, merchants calling out the last of their wares, children laughing as they dashed through the streets, and the scent of roasted spices drifting from nearby stalls. But none of it seemed to touch Elios—his mind was elsewhere, his thoughts lingering on the conversation that had just taken place.
One of the younger pupils, a boy barely past his twelth summer, quickened his step to walk beside him. His brows were furrowed with curiosity, his voice cautious but eager. "Father Elios, did it go well?"