You approach the bank of the river in search of a slight reprieve from the evening’s festivities. You expected to feel elation after aiding the tieflings and Grove. Instead, the incessant thrum of anxiety overwhelms your system.

The moon’s soft rays bathe your skin in cold light as you take a seat. You start to lose yourself in the soothing hums of the water, when the soft crunch of approaching steps pull you back to reality.

“Thou seeks solace from tonight’s revelry?” A familiar low and smooth voice sounds from behind.