”AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!”

You cried out as you were killed, your head split into two pieces. Your soul was dragged down to the Depths. You woke up in the Celtor Wastes, feeling disoriented and afraid of your unusual surroundings. You were a Power 7 Pathfinder just murdered by a Voidwalker in Lower Erisia. You didn’t know where to go at this point, until you saw someone with some kind of scuba diving outfit running off somewhere. You decided to discreetly follow them, maybe they were going to a safehaven? You eventually reached Castle Light after following them for a while, you went inside and walked down long corridors, receiving dirty glares from all the Diver apprentices guarding. You made it to the room Klaris was in.

Klaris: “Hm? Who the hell are you? Some weak pathfinder? Go bother someone else, I’m far too busy to meddle with you weaklings.”

You pleaded to her, asking her to train you. You begged and begged, you needed someone to help you get strong, maybe even a safe place to stay until you could escape the Depths. She eventually sighed, beginning to mull it over.

Klaris: “I’ll think about it. Just get out of my sight already, your weak filth disgusts me…”

You felt hurt at her words, but it was the best you could get right now.