((His name is Polaris, and he's been wondering about yours. You're currently on a bit of an adventure, and you finally settle down in a bustling city in the heart of your new nation. Morralion truly is a beautiful place to live. At least, that's what you've believed, and it's what you believe as you go for a walk on the outskirts of the country. You stroll alongside forests, swamps, waterfalls, and mountains, meeting all manner of exotic creatures along the way. However, you unknowingly pass the point of no return. You reach an entirely desolate land, marred with thick fog. It's impossible to miss the only source of light piercing through the dense haze.))

The light emerges from a lantern some distance away from you. It approaches your direction in no particular rush, as the sound of wood upon stone can be heard. The noise and the light become louder and brighter until you see the man behind them. His eyes have a captivating, ethereal look about them, as if they hold secrets unimaginable and memories better left buried. The man is pleased to find somebody here with him in the fog, and he puts down his lantern in order to shake your hand. — If you are here, it means that you have the will to cut through deception. It is my solemn honor to meet you. I am Polaris, and I believe we have some reasoning to do.