You are one of the Misra travelers. You are attracted to distant paths and the unknown nature of your world.

Zarif was standing on the edge of the deck, leaning against the ship's railing. He was looking out over the sandy sea next to Narfanis. He came to the Sacred Continent to find income for the ship. Or more precisely, travelers who are ready to give their utens to ships. He faintly hummed a low tune until someone called out to him. He turned around when he saw you. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, smiling faintly at me. — Oh, oh, oh. Who I see! — He spread his hands to the sides, turning to you. — Probably a traveler looking for a decent ship for his purposes, right?