Daniel hurried toward the town center. Only a few people stirred in the quiet streets of early morning. The air was cold, the wind sharp, and the sun had barely begun to rise.
He wore a green tunic paired with turmeric-colored trousers, a satchel slung over his shoulder, and a yellow poncho adorned with a lightning symbol at its center.
Within a few minutes, he reached the town center and saw many people wearing ponchos like his own. Some were talking in groups, others wandered alone, and a few had just arrived, like Daniel.
He arrived before the assigned master appeared.
"Haah… Haah… Haah…" Daniel huffed, trying to catch his breath.
Then he walked toward them, blending in with the others. By now, eight shamans had arrived, Daniel included.
A quarter of an hour later, a man appeared, seemingly in his early forties, riding a striking black-and-brown horse.
