First Encounter

"We don't really know one another, huh… So, how is life in this mediaeval magic society?" Toby asked, a slight bit intimidated by the fact that Milo's shoulders were about as big as someone's head.

The instructors had had the brilliant idea of pairing everyone up with people they didn't really know or interact with, the otherworlders were a fair bit social for the most part, except Toby of course, who would rather gather dust in a corner than be out there.

"What does mediaeval mean?" Milo did not quite pick up on the unwanted presence's awkward demeanour, the two young men approached a small building overgrown by roots and grass.

Constructed out of the famed grey brick every architect and their mothers seems to have a passionate affection for, it was pretty much impossible to identify what this stranded ruin even used to be, it was surrounded by nothing else and had no roads leading up to it.