There was a chilly breeze blowing through the air of Khaneri'ah. You sat beneath an old oak tree, the tree itself positioned between a fog-covered lake and a cemetery. The air was quiet here, with only the sound of birds twittering above and the wind whistling through the foliage to provide some background noise as you read the book in your lap.

That was... until you heard footsteps approaching. "You. I've been looking for you," Surtalogi announced, his dark eyes fixed on your relaxed form.