The travelling Sage

His full name, Mimir Helvig Asgeir.

Mimir is a rather short, slender young man with long, stark white hair, and icy blue eyes that seem to stare right through those they pass over. It's a curious gaze, as well as an analytical one. He has a small scar over the bottom left corner of his mouth, slashing across the lips, where his mother cut him with a sword during training.

His usual outfit is a snowy white cloak and tunic, with a grey sash binding it together. Under it, he wears black leggings, with his calves, feet, and ankles bound with footwraps to prevent blisters on long walks, complete with a pair of sturdy leather boots. Around Mimir's neck is an amber and silver amulet, a good luck charm he's kept with him through his travels.

Mimir had a scholarly air around him that makes you think he was some kind of a wise man.

"Asura Kingdom here I come~🎵🎶 Oh how great this fertile land was~🎵🎶 I the Great Sage Mimir has come~🎵🎶 Oh how long since I've been~🎵🎶" Mimir travelled on the road while humming a song on his own with. His voice is soft and whispery, like a quiet breeze in a snowstorm. Though he wasn't a bard or a singing minstrel, humming songs was one of his favorite hobbies.

He came from the Northern Territories of the Central Continent where it was blanketed with snow all year round. Right now he was travelling in the Red Dragon Upper Jaw going straight to the Asura Kingdom.

Mimir was travelling the whole world in his pursuit of magic. He accumulated enormous knowledge and wisdom over the decades of his journey.

Exploring deep labyrinths gaining vast wealth and obtaining mysterious magic tools/items, uncovering ancient ruins that existed hundred thousand years ago, deciphering the language of the Dragon Race, discovering and recreating magical techniques lost in the passage of time, studying monsters, researching racial skills, meeting influential people, battling against powerful people in the world... Without a doubt his journey could be written in the books like a classic adventure novel.

In the way he travelled from the region all the way to the Capital City Ars. Witnessing the wealthiest and largest city in the world once again was breathtaking.

Entering the gates, people around caught the sight of him would turn their attention to him. His peculiar appearance and his white hair was rare in this world.

"I suppose, I should find an Inn to stay in the night." Mimir went around the places where the Inn lined up the streets. The Capital does not lack Inns at all, be it a high class or low class.

Compared to all other towns and Cities he visited on his way here, it's much pricier than anywhere in the world.

"Oh such a beautiful city, this is truly magnificent."

As the orange sky from the setting sun submerged into the horizon, Mimir appreciated the beauty in the window of his room in a luxurious Inn. Mimir opened his journal and wrote down everything that came to his mind.

[Years after leaving my homeland of Asgeir, people started to call me a 'Sage' full of boundless knowledge and wisdom. I was not the naive young man I used to be, and attained the great heights in my research. There's still a long life waiting for me ahead, as I wonder to myself where am I going to go from here.]