Inside a certain refuge, at the edge of the darkest forest of the continent, a man was inside a tower, looking through the window.
A woman was on his right side, and yet another man was on his left. They were looking at that huge refuge thoroughly, without any reasonable intention to do it.
From time to time, that man would go to the highest floor of that tower and stay there to reflect.
'Who am I trying to deceive here? I am always in this same place, every single day, with my arms crossed, and narrowed eyes as if I am trying to spot something that I couldn't see all this time. Maybe these are the characteristics that a visionary like me has... I am always looking to the future...'
The woman and the man beside him didn't say anything at all, although they clearly had something that would interest him. They just arrived at that place and were expecting to talk with their comrade.
