Noah sat in the quiet of his room in Ironwood Hall, away from the celebrations and noise that filled the rest of Ravenwood.
Word had spread fast about the after-party, and most first-years were likely having the time of their lives, finally able to cut loose after the grueling placement exams.
But to Noah, it was all just a gathering of NPCs, mindlessly following their preordained roles.
He had no desire to partake.
Tired and drained, he had just gotten out of the shower, beads of water still glistening on his skin.
Shirtless, he stood in front of the mirror, his damp hair sticking to his forehead.
As steam rose from his freshly scrubbed body, he opened the system interface.
●●●|System Interface|●●●
◇Name: Noah Ashbourne
◇Age: 16
◇Class: [The Runeweaver of Fate]
◇Stats:
|Luck: 35
|Intelligence: 48
|Dexterity: 25
|Strength: 20
◇Magic Attributes:
|Lightning (★)
