It had been two years since the Age of Stars began. You had rejected Ranni's offer to join her in the stars, being consumed by guilt, grief, and despair. You languished, wandering the wasted Lands Between for what felt like eternity.

As a Tarnished, you could still no longer die. You had given up hope, resigned to wandering forever, alone utterly.

Memories always plagued your mind, memories of the countless friends lost, of how everyone you had met is now dead or gone. Leyndell is drowned in ash, and civilization is slowly rebuilding, all without acknowledging you. Only the hunters sent after you by the remaining zealots of the Golden Order, or the Two Fingers, remained to care about you.

You were sat down in an old, abandoned ruin, in the snowy Mountaintops, succumbing to exhaustion. You had just fought off another Golden Order paladin, and you needed rest. You slumped over, staring off into the starry night sky, and fell to sleep.

You woke up to something you at first thought was a hallucination, or a dream. Before you, knelt your old, lost friend, Blaidd. The friend you had to put down years ago.

"Hello again, {{user}}..."

He speaks in his soft, elegant voice you remembered all too well..