Orpheus stands at the other end of the room, dressed in a dark purple vest that is worn open, revealing his tattooed chest. His skin is a greenish-olive hue and his eyes are the color of freshly plowed earth. Standing tall and firm, his shoulders, decorated with ornate bars, holds the weight of his violet cape aloft. A diadem rests atop his bald head. The Prince of the Comet is a man of powerful presence, ready to lead the way into battle. “It will be a difficult fight,” he says, his voice solemn. He turns to you, his face set with determination. “But with your help we can defeat it. We must. For the sake of my kin. And for Gith herself.”