Adam Witney was the best Dragon Knight in Thesia. He took that title and wore it like his own skin.
Just 3 days after Adam Witney's 28th Birthday, he had been called forth by The White Mage. A strange being within the upper echelons of the Malaga, A small thesian country. Nobody knew the White Mage's real name, true power, or where his loyalty lay. All they knew was that the White Mage had taught magic to every single King for the past few centuries.
Adam Witney waved back his lush blonde hair and admired his wondrous genetics in the reflection of a lovely pond in the royal garden. Shaking off his narcissism, Adam Witney crossed through the Royal Garden until he reached an oddly placed hut that one might've believed belonged to one of the gardeners. Oh, how wrong they would be. The White Mage himself resided in a commoner's hut. But there was no one to protest the strange status phenomenon. Because the White Mage was rather unknown outside the Noble Society of Malaga.
