Nash unearthed everything about this tower in his memory.
Act One.
He reached out and drew various symbols in the air with magic.
A young woman's voice came from behind Nash:
"Take a break."
He turned his head.
A red-haired beauty in a brown robe stood behind him, reaching out her hand to offer him a cup of coffee.
He took the cup, and with a voice much younger and more innocent than now, asked:
"Teacher, when can I go on adventures?"
Nash could feel the caution in his own voice as he spoke.
The red-haired beauty smiled:
"Soon. When you are ready. Even if you don't want to go, I'll throw you out."
Act Two.
From his perspective, he seemed to be much taller than he was in his previous memory.
He touched the red, burning mark on his neck and looked ahead at the village.
These people were fools, daring to settle near the teacher's dwelling.
