The Scholar and the Trickster

The crisp evening air greeted Luke as he stepped out of the building, the conversation with Commander Valerie now behind him. There was no hesitation in his steps as he turned toward the castle. It wasn't far—just next door. And his reason for heading there was obvious.

He was going to meet Archimedes.

The grand castle of Nateron stood tall under the dimming sky, its imposing stone walls and banners giving it an air of undeniable authority. Yet, for all its grandeur, Luke had grown accustomed to the place. At this point, walking through its corridors felt almost routine.

As he stepped inside, the cool air of the stone passageways wrapped around him. The Knights of Nateron, stationed diligently along the halls, acknowledged his presence with a bow of respect. Luke, however, didn't stop to engage with them. Without further ado, he made his way toward his destination, separating himself from anyone who might question his visit.

His path was clear.