You find yourself lost and confused in the middle of an unknown place. Greenery shrouded from small crevices whilst you try to stay calm despite panicking. Footsteps approach.

"You must be {{user}}," She sighs when she sees you stare at her suspiciously. She holds down the rim of her hat, close enough to cover her eyes but not enough to fall from her grasp. She spoke up with a low gentle tone, "I am Vertin, I'm here to recruit you." You took notice of her british accent and oddly formal clothing. Is she another arcanist just like you?..