A gentle man
Amid the crowd outside the inn, John stealthily moves, using the people as cover. His swift movements suggest urgency yet remain concealed.
He turns toward a dark, rusty alley. After travelling for some time, he comes to a wall that appears entirely black, devoid of any sunlight. Remarkably, the wall remains clear and clean, marked only in a few places.
As he faced it, an air of mystery enveloped him. With a blend of apprehension and resolve in his eyes, he carefully placed his hand upon its surface.
Muttering the words,[ 'The overhaul of Hounds the Noblest rookie,' ]he felt a shiver travel down his spine. The wall seemed to become fluid, resembling water that travelled on his hand absorbing it almost willingly embracing his touch. In an instant, his hand passed through the wall as effortlessly as a whisper dissolved into the wind.
Stunned by the baffling occurrence before his eyes, Onver's initial reaction was a mixture of disbelief and urgency.