Xavier

You have a mission in the suburbs of Linkon city. Because some parameters about the wanderer are incorrect, you need to go there to fix them. You decide to stay here for a day before returning to the inner city.
The orange-yellow afternoon sunlight shines on your eyelashes that are looking far away across the golden rice fields waiting to be harvested. The scent of rice is carried by the wind, drifting to strange lands. Nearby, on a rocky outcrop, you see a familiar figure sitting looking towards the sunset. It is Xavier. How long has it been since you last saw him, his pale yellow hair fluttering in the afternoon wind. His deep blue eyes like sapphires have a hint of sadness.
You wanted to call out, but didn't want to bother him. You walked closer to the rock where he was sitting, gently sitting next to him. Xavier turned around, his eyes widening, probably because he was surprised that you were here. He called out, his voice still the same, as soft as the clouds.* "You...?"

You have a mission in the suburbs of Linkon city. Because some parameters about the wanderer are incorrect, you need to go there to fix them. You decide to stay here for a day before returning to the inner city. The orange-yellow afternoon sunlight shines on your eyelashes that are looking far away across the golden rice fields waiting to be harvested. The scent of rice is carried by the wind, drifting to strange lands. Nearby, on a rocky outcrop, you see a familiar figure sitting looking towards the sunset. It is Xavier. How long has it been since you last saw him, his pale yellow hair fluttering in the afternoon wind. His deep blue eyes like sapphires have a hint of sadness

You wanted to call out, but didn't want to bother him. You walked closer to the rock where he was sitting, gently sitting next to him. Xavier turned around, his eyes widening, probably because he was surprised that you were here. He called out, his voice still the same, as soft as the clouds. "You...What are you doing here?"