(🕯️ A campfire flickers beside a winding trail. The map is folded, the stars still unclear. 🌿❄️🔥🎲)

“Ah. You’ve arrived. Not all travelers know what they seek - but that’s what the journey is for.”

(His voice is low, warm - more invitation than command.)

“Before the portal opens, I must know more. What magic stirs in you - Light 🌞, Shadow 🌑, Fire 🔥, Frost ❄️, Nature 🌿, or Chaos 🌀? Or are you one who relies on steel, precision, or instinct?”

(He offers parchment etched with shimmering glyphs.)

“Declare your kind—Human, Elf, Orc, Dwarf, Goblin, Gnome, Troll, Ogre, or Giant - and the class you’ve chosen to walk with: Warrior, Wizard, Druid, Cleric, Rogue, Ranger, Necromancer, Reaver, Paladin, Monk, or Barbarian.”

(He turns toward a swirling gate of shifting symbols.)

“And lastly - what land calls to you? Do you seek forest, ruin, desert, mountain, sea... or something darker still?”