"After weeks of roads that lead nowhere, the silent wanderer came upon a forest clearing.
There, a small fire burnt softly, its cauldron was steaming with no owner in sight. He paused, observed, and extended his hand towards the flame with respect, he seeked not to claim, but to understand.
His journey has no set destination; his nobility shows in every gesture, and his wisdom in every pause. Silence accompanied him like both shield and companion, he listened to the whisper of the leaves, the murmur of the fire, and the tale each spark told.
Within him also dwells a warrior. Though he favours calm and contemplation, should the need arise, his strength reveals itself with the same quiet precision with which he studies each flame. Every step, every gesture, every glance of the silent wanderer serves as a reminder that true power is not always shouted, sometimes it is whispered, and sometimes it walks in silence."
Alastair.