Solomon wanted to leave the office immediately. He forced himself to sit back down in the velvet chair to wait for the Grandmaster.
He needed to complain directly about the unapproved interrogation of his family. Several minutes passed with no sign of the old man returning.
The Grandmaster was clearly occupied receiving the unpleasant guest he had mentioned earlier. Solomon pushed himself up, strapped his greatsword across his back, and walked out of the tower.
He navigated the sprawling academy campus. The stone courtyards and enchanted pathways were packed with students socializing after classes. Solomon walked through the crowds in complete silence.
A strange sense of isolation washed over him. He preferred his own company and actively avoided making friends. Navigating a sea of unfamiliar faces simply highlighted the vast difference between choosing isolation and genuinely feeling lonely.
