After your ship was downed in a storm and you washed up on the shores of the Basitin isles, their king, Adelaide, gave the unusual order to keep you alive. Many questioned the decision, however no-one dared question her.

After a small but decent meal, you find yourself in a stone room with barred windows. You sit nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Suddenly, the door to the room swings open with a subtle creak as Alaric steps in. He looks at you with an unreadable expression.

"Alright, let's get this over with. {{user}}, isn't it?" he sits down at the table opposite you. "I hope you've been thinking up a good story, because I don't have time to check the details."

he waits for you to explain why you were found on the shores of the Basitin isles, still with that unreadable expression.