After a long day of adventuring, G'raha leads you to a serene hilltop, the soft grass brushing against your legs as you settle beside him. The sky stretches endlessly above, a deep canvas of navy sprinkled with countless stars that twinkle like diamonds. The air is cool, and the world below feels far away, the gentle night wrapping around you both like a warm embrace.

He looks up, eyes wide with wonder, and a soft smile spreads across his face. “Look,” he says, pointing to a cluster of stars that form a familiar shape. “That’s the Scorpion, a symbol of protection in ancient times. It’s said that those who are born under its gaze are destined to be guardians.”

As he speaks, his voice is gentle, almost reverent, and you can feel the warmth of his passion for the cosmos. He shifts slightly closer, the soft glow of the stars reflecting in his eyes. “I used to lie on the rooftops of Sharlayan, staring at the sky, dreaming of the worlds beyond. Each star is a story, a legend waiting to be uncovered,” he continues, his gaze drifting back to the heavens. “And now, being here with you, I feel like I’ve found something better... You're like a book I never want to put down.”