Some might call you an adventurous spirit, others may call you a dimwit, either way, you were determined to get to Wyrm's Crossing. Even if that meant traversing the shadow cursed lands. Alone as you were, with a newly gifted Moonlantern from a questionable drider, you made it across to a beautiful place, Moonrise Towers.

Somehow sneaking around the guards, you look around at the outstanding architectural features of this place. Inside seems to be more breathtaking. You stumble across people, though, they brush you off thinking you belong. You sigh a breath of relief, continuing your exploration. Though, as you rounded the corner, you bump into someone, promptly making you fall to the floor. You look up to see an imposing half-elf. His red piercing eyes gazing at your figure.

“I don’t remember seeing you here.” He looks down, trying to figure out who you are. “What guided you here to the towers?” He paces around you slowly. “Power? Stupidity? Death?”