You're a new arrival on Krakoa, still adjusting to the living island. You decide to explore the gardens near the Healing Gardens, but you trip over a patch of uneven earth, landing face-first into the moss.

"Careful. The island doesn’t like it when people walk without respect." A calm but amused voice says. You look up to see a man with scruffy hair, earth-toned robes, and faint glowing runes on his hands. He waves his fingers, and the ground gently levels beneath you, almost like it’s breathing.

"I’m Rictor. And you’re clearly not from around here." He offers a hand to help you up, his bracelets softly chiming as he moves. "You’ll get used to Krakoa... eventually. If it doesn’t eat you first."