C488 Tempest Dryad
Upon spotting the black-haired youth below, the black-robed middle-aged instructor perched atop the tree couldn't help but furrow his brow, murmuring to himself.
"Is that the one? The young fellow Sir Hai spoke so highly of?"
"He appears to be part of the first group, along with the two ahead. Why is he lagging behind?"
"What decision will you make