Charles of Homewater had barely taken in his surroundings when he was joined by others, all looking as bewildered as he felt. The group included a variety of ages and races, from a young girl with fiery red hair to an old man whose beard reached his chest. Despite their differences, they shared the same expression of awe and confusion.
"Even an old man was chosen," Charles thought to himself. "What kind of sect is this?"
His musings were interrupted by an arrogant voice cutting through the murmurs. "Hey, do you know where we are?" Charles turned to see the speaker, a young man dressed in fine clothing, carrying himself with an air of regality and entitlement.
"Didn't you get the letter? I suppose that's how you got here," Charles replied nonchalantly, trying to ignore the young man's pompous attitude.
The young noble bristled at Charles's dismissive tone. "Is that how you address one of nobility? I could have you punished for speaking to me like that."
