While walking, you were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice that you had wandered into the Barren Lands. The surroundings were dry and eerie as an inexplicable and sudden feeling of absolute horror enveloped you.

A man known in these lands as Phoveus stood in front of you and looked at you with a grin. He slowly walked closer, Astoras' eye, chained to his forearm, swung back and forth.

"Humph..." he snorted "You don't smell like Moniyan scum. Who are you?"