Adell didn't know where to go after that strange encounter with the brown-haired man, so he kept wandering. Eventually, he came across a series of corridors teeming with sorcerers. They were all walking too and fro, from one room to another, across various halls. Adell walked past them, his hood down, and as he did, he couldn't help but notice the glances sent his way. People looked at him from the side of their eyes as they passed him, then quickly looked away when he met their gaze. It was strange, because Adell could tell they weren't looking at him for any positive reasons. If the gazes didn't tell him that, the way people went out of their way to avoid walking next to him did. Adell ended up walking in something like a small bubble of space, even in such a crowded hallway. He couldn't help but wonder what they all thought of Terralt, but knew it had something to do with the rude attitude he had.

He turned a corner, and overheard some people talking about someone.

"It's him…"

"He's so shameless, why's he showing his face now, and while wearing a Greater Sorcerer's robe? Who does he think he's kidding?"

"I know right? He's so pathetic, coming here wearing that. He should just skip classes and training like he usually does."

"I still don't get why a Greater Sorcerer chose someone as untalented and lazy as him as an apprentice."

"Haven't you heard the rumors? He—"

Adell couldn't stand it anymore. He could tell these two people were talking about him, the way they kept glancing at him. A prick of sharp annoyance caused him to turn toward the pair. He glared at them and sneered, and their faces held traces of shock and apprehension as they walked away in the other direction. It's as if they weren't aware how loud they were talking. Anyone passing by could hear, yet no one did anything. No one stopped to join them, or to tell them off. But Adell could see their glances, bouncing between him and them, as they passed. Adell scowled and turned around, heading off again. He couldn't stand any of these people, and he had only walked past them.

Adell wanted to be alone, he thought. He's had so many encounters with so many people, and it's only been a few hours. If he could be alone for a little, he could sort his thoughts together, and also not worry about running into more people that knew Terralt. Adell knew, then, that he had to find Terralt's room. Surely it was the one place no one would bother him, especially with his less-than-favorable reputation, as it seems. Now he just had to figure out how to find it.

Either he asked someone, or … he wandered around until he found it. Adell knew the chances of the latter working out were slim. This tower, as he heard others calling it earlier, was enormous. What chances did he have of finding one specific person's room among the many others? Yet, if asked someone where Terralt's rooms were, they would suspect something was off. Who wouldn't know where their own room was? Adell was stumped. He entered an empty corridor and leaned against the wall, sliding down until he sat on the floor with his knees bent and arms folded. He hung his head, cursing everything that led him to this situation. Except he didn't know what led him to this situation, so he just cursed everything, all at once, hoping that some of it would include the source of his problems.

Adell knew, in that instance, that the chances of him finding Terralt's rooms were too thin to consider, but he still had the desire to escape these people, or this place. This was a tower, wasn't it? There had to be an exit somewhere, if he went down enough floors. He stood up and found the nearest staircase, tapping the wall next to the sign and waiting as the door slid open (he discovered the feature on accident, when he found the room with the consoles). He started his descent, taking note of the numbers on the walls as he climbed down, down, down, down, until he reached the first floor. He left the staircase and chose a direction to wander in, hoping there would be an exit there. He kept walking, going through various corridors, and eventually, he spotted a wall with the words "EXIT" printed above it, the words glowing red. He tapped the wall and the door hidden within it slid open.

Sunlight poured into the hallway, but it was a soft golden color. Adell looked in the distance, past the many other towers, and saw the sun setting on the horizon. He stepped outside and walked across the smooth, dark gray-stone road leading out of the building, and onto a bigger road. Adell looked side to side, waiting to see if any horses and carriages and wagons passed by, but he didn't see anything. The road was empty. He crossed the street, and kept walking away from the tower, in one direction.

The presence of all these towers felt suffocating, suddenly. The foreign environment, the strange people, the strange body he was in, the person it used to belong to, and his life. It was all so different from everything he'd ever known. All Adell wanted was the sight of familiar, packed-dirt roads or cobblestoned streets and travelers on horses and single-story buildings and thick, overgrown forests full of wildlife, and a view of the entire sky above him, rather than just the chunks and pieces he could see past the towers that pierced the clouds. He wanted to escape this world, and return to his old one.

The sudden homesickness hit him harder than he ever thought it would. He hadn't thought about his old life, the world he lived in before he came to this place, until now. He didn't have a home or family there, so he didn't think he would miss it. If anything, he was excited at how new everything was. Adell always loved traveling far and wide, exploring new places, taking risks others wouldn't dare to. He loved it all, and this place just seemed like another jungle to wade through, except instead of sky-high trees and thick vegetation and thriving wildlife, there were towers of metal and stone and glass, strange glowing lines, people in various-colored robes, technology he didn't understand, a body that wasn't his own. It was too different. Adell never thought he'd ever have such a thought, would ever feel such a way, but now he was. Now, all he wanted was to leave and never come back. So he kept walking, and he didn't look back.

Eventually, after much walking, the towers began to disperse, becoming less and less frequent, the space in-between them now filling up with smaller buildings no more than two or three stories. Adell found the presence of them comforting, despite how different they looked from the buildings in his own world. He started seeing more and more of these buildings, and less of the towers, and he felt a little freer than before. Now that the towers were gone, Adell began making turns, taking different paths throughout the city, wanting to explore again now that the homesickness had eased. It was still present, since Adell could never forget he wasn't home with how these buildings looked, all glass and white and gray stone and smoothly-paved roads, but they had a charm to them. Some of them had small, glowing lights around the windows and entrance, a sign hanging from above the door with the name of the establishment, or even some ivy creeping up the side, their vibrant green bringing needed color to the monotony.

There were many different things to be found here — cafes, restaurants, stores filled with clothes, and some places whose purpose Adell could not begin to understand. Some had various metal objects, often traced with something glowing purple or blue, and others had those mirror-like things Adell had seen earlier.

After walking another hour or two, Adell began noticing that the buildings and surroundings had started to change. At first, it was only slightly, but eventually, the differences were too big not to notice. More single-story buildings began appearing, and the appearance of the buildings were less clean and uniform and monotonous. The pure whites turned into off-whites, then yellows and oranges and browns. The gray stone remained, but it was rougher, and speckled with blacks, darker grays, lighter grays, and whites. The smooth stone road became cobbled, and then, it became a packed dirt road. Doors weren't the smooth black or white metal, but made of wood, something Adell realized with a shock that he hadn't seen at all yet. A part of Adell wanted to cry at the familiar sight of wood and dirt and rough stone, but he didn't have the chance, because when he passed a building no different from any other, a pair of hands reached out and covered his mouth before dragging him into an alley between buildings, its depths layered in shadow.