Timestamp: 3rd of Summer, 512 AV
Arxad had been wandering the corridors of Wind Reach since sunrise, a distant look on his face. Few people had even bothered to look his way, which made him slightly depressed. This could not be a good sign towards finding the one with whom he would bond. Having been alone for so long, he was used to having thoughts similar to these run through his mind frequently. He pushed them aside as he walked, telling himself that whatever happened, he would be fine. After some time, Arxad paused in front of a great wall, known as the Edge of the World. Every time he came to Wind Reach, this was the one place he made sure to see. It was truly amazing. He stared in silence, taking in the sight.