Professor Arcanus Returns!

Outside the gates of Glensorne, a grand procession approached, dust rising in the air as the group advanced. Arcanus, leading the charge with his team of nobles and adventurers, had been away for nearly half a month, cleansing the area of the Silver Circle Cult’s large encampment. Now, at last, they were returning victorious.

The weary travelers, though battered from their arduous campaign, were filled with a sense of accomplishment. Arcanus, ever the picture of dignity, walked at the forefront, his robes immaculate despite the grime of battle. His usually stern countenance, however, bore a trace of exhaustion—this mission had been far from easy. Behind him, his companions William, Aria, and Hector appeared far less composed. Their robes were torn, faces streaked with blood, their disheveled appearance telling tales of the fierce encounters they’d faced. Yet despite their outward weariness, their eyes were alight with excitement, their spirits unbroken.