It was a cold, wet afternoon that found a tall, solitary figure walking across the Plains of Alderon. His thoughts, as well as his steps were sluggish from the constant days of travel and the heavy downpour didn't do much to raise the man's spirits. Leaning into the driving rain, the wind tearing at his at his deep blue robes, he plodded towards the distant city of Midhome. He was taller than the average man and of slim build, but this was noticeable only because of the thorough soaking his robes received from the steady downpour. However the man's face was the most intriguing feature. It had a mystery about it, a secret so dark and deep that only the wisest sage could possibly have a chance of deciphering it. Then there were his eyes. They darted about, quickly surveying the landscape, missing nothing. They were a giveaway to his inner restlessness and impatience, yet they held an intelligence that could only go hand in hand with a lightning fast mind.

A sudden strong gust of wind caused him to waver slightly in his trek but he was quickly back on course. So much had happened to him in the past year that he was still having trouble coping with everything, even though his intelligence surpassed most in this strange land. He sometimes thought it was still a dream, that this was some damn nightmare he'd awake from. Yet here he was, freezing rain chilling him to the bone and mired ankle deep in mud. Despite the harsh weather the rhythmic beat of the rain eased his mind a little and he found himself thinking of home once again. Home he thought. That's funny. He had so much wanted to live in a world like this, learn the arcane arts and speak the mystical words. Now, after nine months of intense training he has earned the title of Conjurer among his teachers and yet all he can think about is his family, home and his unruly dog Sabre. Yet he did have one connection to his world, the world he was from. His friends. They had all somehow ended up together after passing through the silver mist, mysteriously appearing that fateful night. "The mist," he said to himself, "The way back." Thunder and lightning snapped him back to reality with an involuntary shudder.