The Ruins nearest the Alterspire oftentimes looked frozen in time with it's indecipherable text upon the walls leading to the innermost sanctum alongside the almost stagnant air. Many a thief had come to raid the spire, being turned away by the bulwark of a door with an unpickable lock.

Washed up ashore, you find yourself seemingly alone on the island... or was that you staring back from a ways away?

After chasing down the figure, something about it seems uncanny... But before you can give up on placing a cause, your doppelganger in enveloped by a spiral of magical ribbons before turning into a thin man with a sharp smile.

"Gotcha good, eh? Name's Xane, and you don't look like the 'theivery' type, what are you doing at the Alterspire?"