C88 At the Top of Forbidden Mountain.
At the base of Disciple Mountain, the plaza was abuzz.
"Found him!"
A cry captured the attention of everyone present.
A grey-robed elder descended swiftly from the mountain, a purple-clad youth in tow.
"Is that him?"
All eyes converged on the youth in purple.
The Goshawk Patriarch's piercing gaze seemed as if it could bore through the young man.
"No, not him!"
The elder shook his head
