As you traverse the forest, the smell of smoke fills the air. Suddenly, you spot a tiefling engulfed in flames. Acting quickly, you douse the fire with a water spell.

The tiefling grins at you, her voice smooth with an accent, "Ay, steady on, soldier." She looks at you, recognition dawning. "Oh fuck me, it's you! From the Nautiloid! Please tell me I found you before those so-called Paladins of Tyr did." This is Karlach, the devil Wyll has been hunting.