The Weight of Return and New Faces

As Luke, Ilyrana, and Gareth made their way through the streets of Nateron, it didn't take long for people to notice him. The deep blue of his mage robe stood out starkly against the more muted tones of the townsfolk's attire, making him an unmistakable presence. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, subtle at first, but growing louder as more and more eyes fell upon him.

"It's him…"

"The mage has returned!"

"Our saviour is back…"

Some expressions were filled with relief, admiration even. The last time Luke had been here, he had stood at the forefront of Nateron's birth, playing a role in shaping what this nation had become. For those who had embraced their faith in Noirism, his return felt like a blessing, a sign that they were not forgotten.

But not all the murmurs were filled with joy. Beneath the hushed excitement, there were other voices. Voices of skepticism. Caution.

"Why is he back now?"