In the wake of the attack on the castle, life stumbles on. Wilhelm tries to beat back the quiet anxiety that comes creeping across his thoughts, imaginings of impending war hanging around like smoke, by leaning into his familiar routines.
Out on the castle grounds, he keeps his early morning training session — 7:00 A.M. sharp, as prescribed by Kyle. Well, sharp-ish. While his teacher is detained in the dungeons, he practices by himself the forms of punches, kicks, defensive stances. He goes up against some of the younger, greener guards in hand-to-hand spars, only about half of which end with him flattened to the grass. If you're also looking for a sparring partner, you could try your luck with him.
Around the gardens, Wilhelm can be found practicing his magic. It used to be that he'd hide out here to work on his magic because he didn't want an audience for his struggles; now, he just prefers the open air and peaceful scenery to the castle classrooms. He tests his control over his fire by juggling flames while walking under a trellis draped with blooming vines — without setting the whole thing ablaze. He bends opaque shadows around trees, trying to see how much he can swallow up.
And he tries out something new, something that happened the night explosions shattered the castle windows: if he concentrates, a shell of crystals grows over his skin and arcs around him. You might find him half-swallowed up by crystals, throwing himself at a tree or wall to test his shell's durability.
In the castle town and Nott alike, he zips from business to business and house to house, delivering letters and small parcels on bicycle. The streets are bustling, and you may narrowly avoid a collision as he clatters along. Sorry about that. Eventually, he does need to refuel. Procuring snacks from a favorite bakery or vendor's cart, he finds a low wall to sit on and take a breather. In Borrel, he bikes around the market district and tries to drum up new business for his courier gig, now that he can come here whenever he wants. But with the beach right there, he could easily be persuaded to play instead of work...
around thorne: castle, nott, & borrel
Out on the castle grounds, he keeps his early morning training session — 7:00 A.M. sharp, as prescribed by Kyle. Well, sharp-ish. While his teacher is detained in the dungeons, he practices by himself the forms of punches, kicks, defensive stances. He goes up against some of the younger, greener guards in hand-to-hand spars, only about half of which end with him flattened to the grass. If you're also looking for a sparring partner, you could try your luck with him.
Around the gardens, Wilhelm can be found practicing his magic. It used to be that he'd hide out here to work on his magic because he didn't want an audience for his struggles; now, he just prefers the open air and peaceful scenery to the castle classrooms. He tests his control over his fire by juggling flames while walking under a trellis draped with blooming vines — without setting the whole thing ablaze. He bends opaque shadows around trees, trying to see how much he can swallow up.
And he tries out something new, something that happened the night explosions shattered the castle windows: if he concentrates, a shell of crystals grows over his skin and arcs around him. You might find him half-swallowed up by crystals, throwing himself at a tree or wall to test his shell's durability.
In the castle town and Nott alike, he zips from business to business and house to house, delivering letters and small parcels on bicycle. The streets are bustling, and you may narrowly avoid a collision as he clatters along. Sorry about that. Eventually, he does need to refuel. Procuring snacks from a favorite bakery or vendor's cart, he finds a low wall to sit on and take a breather. In Borrel, he bikes around the market district and tries to drum up new business for his courier gig, now that he can come here whenever he wants. But with the beach right there, he could easily be persuaded to play instead of work...