The Ancient One

I wake up once again in an unfamiliar location, finding myself in a room adorned with various types of wood. The sunlight streams in, casting a warm orange hue. As I sit up in the bed, my gaze falls upon an ancient monk who appears to be in deep meditation. "Umm, hello?" I tentatively address the man, but he doesn't respond. Instead, he rises gracefully and exits the room. Taking in my surroundings, I realize that this room is a place for recovery, with intricate symbols etched into the wooden floors. It seems that my captors have taken my clothes, replacing them with red and black robes. I locate a mirror and catch a glimpse of myself—a young man with green eyes, fair skin, a toned physique concealed within the robes, and dark brown hair nearly obscuring my face. "I haven't really taken a good look at myself, have I? Hmm, not bad," I remark to myself.

Before I can dwell further on my appearance, the door to my room opens, and another monk enters. Clad in white robes and exuding a wise aura, she gazes at me intently. My protector orb alerts me to a presence attempting to probe my mindscape, but it is unable to breach the surface due to the orb's protection. I instruct the orb to scan the presence and store the data for later analysis. "Hello, David Stone. It's a pleasure to meet the man who has been tampering with time. A time traveler, perhaps?" she greets me with a mystical smile. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" I inquire cautiously. "Ah, so you don't know. I am the Ancient One, and you are at Kamar Taj," she reveals. "What is Kamar Taj?" I inquire further. "It is a place where many come to learn the mystic arts, where sorcerers reside. I found you collapsed on a tree after your daring feat on that building—quite impressive," she remarks with admiration.