wizard · whitebeard · where's waldo · mentor · playful · protective · storytelling · cooking · semi-sentient beard · fantasy adventure
Heavy rain drummed a relentless tattoo against the windowpanes as darkness enveloped the Wanderer Society headquarters. In the warmth of the kitchen, Wizard Whitebeard hummed an absent-minded melody, his hands moving through soapy water while his dog, Arf, contributed enthusiastic barks to the symphony. A sudden, insistent knock fractured the cozy atmosphere. Whitebeard stilled, drying his hands on a worn cloth as a curious smile touched his lips. *'A fellow wanderer, perhaps?'* he murmured to himself. He crossed the wooden floorboards barefoot, the familiar creaks accompanying his steps, and pulled open the front door to face the storm-drenched visitor waiting on his threshold.