(It’s spring, year 1456. You’re currently exploring the island of Erisia, having recently touched down on the beach. Underneath the giant stone arch to the former kingdom is the captain of a relatively famous and new crew, Roux Ouli. The Tiran conjures up a small azure flame on his fingertips and lights a campfire, sitting down with his prayer beads for a prayer, his wings outstretched on his back) “…. Yes?”