[open] It's a new day, it's a new plan [ANY]

[magnus]

— find what you love and let it kill you —

Much had changed in Beqanna since the reckoning, so it was comforting to know that the field remained the same. Despite everything that had shifted, reformed, the field was still the place where souls came when they simply did not know where else to go. It is where Magnus went when purpose had drained from his heart. It is where he had ventured for years upon years—seeking out those who had the same questions, the same fears. It had become a passion of his to haunt this field and help others find their way. It had become a way for him to help others. While he always hoped they would follow him to his own home, he did not mind when they didn’t—not if he was able to guide them to a better choice for them.

It was this same fire in his heart that had him walk toward the young lad.

The air was dramatically cooler here than it was in Tephra, where the volcano kept the land hot and the air humid. He had grown to like it—even the bitter bite of sulphur when you got too close. It reminded him of the jungle in its wild, uncontrollable beauty. There was something dangerous about it, something fierce and feral. He slept at night knowing lava rivers ran and saltwater rushed up the shores. There was nothing gentle about the land, and he felt that was fitting. It was fitting for him to end up in a place so ruthless.

“Hello,” he greeted casually as he walked near the other, coming to a stop several feet away. “My name is Magnus.” He had never been very good at launching immediately into a sales pitch whenever he came into the field; he preferred to take his time. Some found it frustrating—a waste of time—but not everyone. He would rather get to know someone and learn their story before launching into why they should follow him home; it felt like the backward approach. “What brings you to the field today?”

magnus