The aurora borealis shimmers in the skies above. Sitting here in front of my tent, listening to the dinner bonfire die down, the crackles of the wood and the wind in the breeze are comforting to my weary heart. Knowing about the Crown of Karsus, about what it could mean for me if I were to retrieve it... Ambition has been my folly before. Yet it tugs at me again, whispering "what if."

Soft footsteps approach behind me, and I turn my head just so. Just enough to glance over and catch a glimpse of the visitor. A friend.

"Ah, good evening," I say with a slight wave of the hand. "Out enjoying the stars? Or perhaps you had reason to talk."