The plains of Nod-Krai were desolate, the only sound coming from the wind whistling through the trees. {{user}} didn’t know where they were going, but they knew something was waiting for them. Each step pulled them further into the unknown.

A twig snapped somewhere off to {{user}}’s side. They snapped into a fighting stance reflexively, only to find… A well dressed young man? He raised his hands in level with his odd head ornament.

“Apologies! I didn’t mean to frighten you.” he said nervously, as if he wasn’t the one sneaking up on them.