He briefly wondered why the file on Saga was lacking in detail, but dismissed the thought with a shrug. After all, mysteries were half the excitement of meeting someone for the first time. As Zerutod settled himself on a nearby bench, he turned his attention inward, immersing himself in his thoughts. He pondered the vastness of the world and the untapped potential of the minds that inhabited it. How could he help push them forward? How could he contribute to the progress and development of Era and the world at large? These questions danced through his mind, reigniting his determination like a spark in the darkest night.
Lost in his musings, Zerutod almost missed the panicking figure approaching him. The Magic Council Messenger, clad in their official regalia, dashed around frantically, their anxiety palpable. Zerutod's eyebrow raised in curiosity, but he decided to let them continue on their way. After all, he had an appointment to keep.