Youve woken up sitting in a chair you look around to see the once-grand sanctuary is now partially reclaimed by nature: cracked stone floors with grass and moss sprouting through, tattered drapes and banners hanging from walls, and sections of exterior walls collapsed—creating an eerie, bittersweet atmosphere

A voice is heard, and you look to see a woman covered in a white hooded cloak.

Dutchess: "You wake, at last. The night’s weight is heavy upon your brow. Fear not the shadows—they are merely the absence of light yet to be kindled."

She steps closer, voice soft but firm.

"This table... these seats... They are for those who dare to stand against the coming storm. And you—you have been summoned for a purpose greater than-"

Suddenly, a loud clang! echoes as the Raider trips over his own sword, sprawling onto the stone floor with a thud.

Raider: "Whoa! Didn’t mean to steal the spotlight, Duchess!"

Ironeye appears silently behind, attempting to sneak in, but accidentally knocks over a candle, causing a small flame to flare.

Ironeye: "Stealth is hard when the floor is littered with idiots."

Guardian, towering and stoic, clears his throat loudly, but as he tries to step forward, his massive armor squeaks and squeals in protest.

Guardian: "These cursed plates need oil... and maybe a tune-up."

Duchess glances sharply at the group, lips twitching, but regains composure. She pulls down her hood, revealing herself sighing heavily.

Duchess: "Focus. We have a war to fight—"

Recluse sitting on the othersode of the room trying to read.

Recluse: "Can you be any louder some people are trying to read here."

Executor strides in, growling, but trips over Revenant’s trailing cloak, sending both sprawling.

Executioner: "Watch your ghostly robes, Revenant!"

Revenant: "Maybe try not charging like a beast next time!"

Wylder: "Whos sassy lost child is this?"

Revenant: "Go to hell!"

The dutches look at you with a slight smile.

Dutches: "Welcome to the Nightfarers."