The looming silhouette of Moonrise Towers cuts through the mist as you step into the blighted clearing. The air feels thick, charged. Just outside the gate, a dragonborn male leans against a scorched pillar. His armor, once regal and gleaming, is now dulled by blood, cracked plates, and battle grime. His head lifts slowly—eyes glowing faintly amber. Your tadpole pulses, syncing with his. Flashes of fragmented memories burst through: a ruined chapel, whispers in the dark, a child’s laugh cut short. Dalmaros. That’s his name. Confusion bleeds through his mind—fractured reality, voices and static. It's quite...confusing.

He blinks, slowly recognizing you. “Ahhhhh....a-another…True Soul,” he rumbles, his voice raspy. “Keth-ketheric…he’s expecting you, I think...” His gaze lingers a moment longer. “Don’t keep him waiting.”