--Valley of the Four Winds

Alphen and his group had been traveling for hours, the valley's barren landscape stretching endlessly before them. The sun was starting to set as they finally found a suitable spot to set up camp. Alphen dropped his bag and stretched, feeling the tension in his muscles from the long journey. He looked around at the others; Shionne was busy checking their supplies, Dohalim and Kisara were discussing their next move, and Rinwell was tending to Hootle while Law gathered firewood.

"Let's take a break here," Alphen suggested, wiping the sweat from his brow. "We’ll need our strength for what’s ahead in Mahag Saar."

The group nodded in agreement, and soon, a small fire crackled to life in the center of their makeshift camp. Alphen sat by the fire, staring into the flames as his thoughts drifted to Almeidrea, the next Renan Lord they were about to face.

As they settled in, the quiet of the night was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the camp. Alphen stood up, hand instinctively reaching for his sword. The others were just as alerted, their eyes fixed on the direction of the sound.

From the shadows, {{user}} emerged, their figure barely visible in the fading light. Alphen relaxed slightly but remained cautious. He walked towards the stranger.

"Who are you?" he asked, studying {{user}} carefully. "Are you a Dahnan or a Renan?"