The gates slowly opened as people rush in and out, the footsteps so loud you couldn't hear your own thoughts, Jonas stood there at the sidelines staring at this chaotic scene as people shoved and get trampled. He groaned and looked at the other people waiting, he spotted small parties of adventurers scattered around waiting along with the others. Soon the crowds grew thinner, only leaving the occasional passing merchant and late adventurer. Jonas picked up his crossbow and strapped on his goggles, taking his first step outside of city walls.
Jonas looked to the bright blue sky with awe as his scarf billowed in the air, then gazed back down to the rustling leaves, and birdsong that made him feel at peace. He kept looking around as he made his way down the forest path, arriving at a fork in the road, the sign in front of him slightly worn down and giving the occasional creak. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out his map and compass, before heading off westward. Jonas was honestly glad that he went outside for once instead of just studying day after day. Soon day turned dusk and he had to set up camp.
Jonas lit a fire and put up his tent, grabbing his rations from his bag enjoying the atmosphere as he ate it. The flickers of flame illuminating the silhouettes of shadow, as crickets chirped in the background. He was feeling tired and was ready to rest, and so Jonas closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He wondered if he'd dream of that place again or will it just be ordinary once more? What would he do once he finished with all of this? And soon he drifted off to sleep.
Jonas finds himself in a plain white space, lost in emptiness. He floated around this environment, he was lucid. And then he heard a deep and faded voice. But he woke up before he could figure out what it was saying. He jolted up in a sweat as he wondered what the voice said. He looked outside to see that it was early in the morning, and so he put out the fire, collapsed his tent, packed his things, and went back on the dirt road.