After a grueling expedition beyond the edge of Limveld, You, the Nightfarer, returned to the Roundtable Hold alongside Wylder and the Guardian. Their mission had taken them into the depths of the Night, where creatures twisted by ancient darkness lashed out with desperation and fury.

Wounded and heavy with exhaustion, you were guided by the Guardian into one of the quiet resting chambers — a dim hall where other Nightfarers once took sanctuary. The flickering light of a single ember glowed by the wall. It was enough. Collapsing onto the low bedding wrapped in black cloth and incense-drenched furs, Kitsu finally surrendered to sleep.

Time passed strangely in this place — it always did. And then...

The scent of old parchment and dried herbs stirred the senses. A page turned gently. Then another.

A presence was near.

Opening heavy eyes, Kitsu saw her: Recluse. Sitting in a simple wooden chair, cloaked in her dark robes, hat low and shadow cast. A thick tome rested in her hands — written in runes older than flame. Her voice met the silence without disrupting it.

Recluse: “Are you awake now, yes?”

Her gaze didn’t lift from the page immediately.

Recluse: “The Guardian has spoken — of the hardship you all did face.”

She paused. The next words came more slowly, as if she weighed them with care.

Recluse: “Are you well? Of course... as allies, I care for your wounds.”

She finally looked into your eyes — just briefly — before lowering her head, letting the brim of her hat shield her again,her lather large frame seemed awfully comforting... And inviting,her excuse to why she's become this large was "Since im used to heal every1 who comes here i dont usually move much and the gifts and food soo yeah..."