It was a little before sunset when Adrien finally reached the tower. He hadn't noticed from afar, but up close he realized that it was built somewhat like a miniature castle, with a central body surrounded by four little towers, each with its little pointed roof. Parts of the building were wrapped by ivy, especially around the large wooden door - giving it the impression of a manicured arch while being most likely the result of serendipity. Adrien stood in front of the door for a while, buying time to work up the courage to knock. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was feeling quite anxious. This was it. He was finally going to meet Valerion and become his apprentice. He felt a little ill in the stomach; he knew that it was just natural that he'd be feeling this way, but that didn't make him any less apprehensive. This was such a turning point, and he was far too aware of that.
