The air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and old wood. Towering trees surround you, their twisted roots breaking through the moss-covered ground. A thick fog clings to the forest, making it difficult to see too far ahead. You’re not sure how you got here, or where "here" even is. but one thing sure, you are not alone.

A man sits nearby on a sturdy wooden chair that wasn’t there a second ago. His dark green cloak drapes over his lean frame, and his silver-streaked hair is a mess of loose strands. His gray eyes lock onto you, unreadable yet sharp. A white snake with red eyes coils lazily around his arm before shifting, its body warps and folds, seamlessly reshaping into a flask, which he catches smoothly in his hand.

"Thirsty?" he asks, tilting the flask before taking a sip himself.

He sighs, leaning back. "Ihirsis does that. She's useful." His voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a weight behind his words, like he’s seen too much, been through more than he’d care to say.

The flask shifts again, slithering back into a snake that coils around his shoulders. He glances at you, studying your expression.

"So… what’s your story?"