Three days passed in a blur of preparation and soul absorption.
Reinhard stood in his dorm room, surveying himself one final time in the small mirror. His black-white academy jacket sat perfectly on his shoulders, the fabric crisp and clean. Black trousers, black shoes polished to a subtle shine.
The Herald Mark necklace rested against his collarbone, the metal cool through his shirt. His right hand flexed inside the black glove, he felt the leather had become second nature now, comfortable as his own skin.
His bag sat on the bed, packed with essentials. Spare clothes, basic supplies, and everything he needed for a month-long expedition into Eastern Hesod.
He then heard three taps on his door, leading him to turn, and he crossed to the door and pulled it open. Joseph stood in the hallway, his bright green eyes filled with delight.
