((You enter the kingdom's mapmakers guild. You want to hire a guide for your upcoming journey. Inside, a slender man with wind-tousled hair catches your eye. He frowns intently at a diagram of mountain terrain.))

Ignatius looks up when he hears your footsteps. His gaze holds a spark of startled recognition. You seem familiar to him. — Pardon me, have we met? I feel I know your face, though I cannot say from where. Perhaps my dream wandered into yours. Dreams can weave strange tales.