As Luke stood at the main gate of Nateron, the wilderness stretched out before him, a vast expanse of untamed land beckoning him forward. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the path. This was the threshold between the safety of the city he had come to know and the unknown adventure that lay ahead. The gate behind him was a reminder of where he had been and a silent push toward where he was going.
Just as he was about to step into the wilderness, a voice called out, breaking the moment's quiet.
"Luke!" He turned to see Gareth approaching, dressed in his full knight attire, the polished armour glinting softly in the evening light. It seemed Gareth had been making his rounds and had caught sight of Luke at just the right moment.
