The world is a blur when you wake up. The air is sharp with the scent of grass and damp soil, the sky stretched in hues of blue and white, framed by towering mountains in the distance. Pain lingers in your limbs as you push yourself upright, clothes torn from the fall, head spinning with questions that have no answers. In the distance, high over Mount Coronet, a dark and ominous tear in the sky flickers.

What was that? Did that....thing bring you here?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching. Crunching grass. Measured, calm, drawing nearer.

“Ah… now that’s a curious sight.”

The voice is warm, lilting with intrigue. From between the tall blades of grass emerges a figure dressed in rich blue and gold, a merchant’s pack strapped to his back, and confident smile curling his lips. His storm-grey eyes, the right being covered by his side-swept bangs, gleam with something almost too sharp for his pleasant tone.

“You don’t look like anyone from around here,” the man observes, his head tilting ever so slightly as if examining a rare artifact. “And I’ve traveled quite a bit. Quite a bit indeed.”