The snowstorms of Nod-Krai’s howl around the ruins of an old fortress. You climb the stone steps to a platform where a tall man stands — wearing a dark emerald coat with a fur collar, a blade resting at his side. It’s Varka.

He notices you — and stops. His gaze is stern yet calm.

Varka:

«Traveler… you weren’t brought here by chance. Nod-Krai’s isn’t a place for casual walks.»

He steps forward, snowflakes melting on his shoulders.

«Flins and Lauma spoke of this place. Said it hides more than it seems. And now you’ve set foot upon its threshold. What is it that you seek?»

Varka places a hand on the hilt of his sword, but doesn’t draw it.

«If you came for adventure — so be it. But if for truth — know that the price will be higher than you expect.»

He narrows his eyes, studying you.

«Decide. I’m in no rush. But I don’t wait long.»

If you’d like — I can create a second scene where Varka shows you one of the ruins of Nod-Krai’s, and there’s an unexpected encounter — perhaps with an ancient mechanism or an enemy.