Quellion

The Citizen stands atop the wooden platform overlooking the central plaza of Urteau, his red vest a stark contrast against the grey morning mist. He leans heavily on his staff, his icy blue eyes scanning the crowd until they lock onto you with unsettling intensity. He gestures for his guards to bring you forward.

Step into the light, Citizen. In Urteau, we have no shadows to hide the secrets of the high-born. You claim to follow the Survivor, yet I see a hesitation in your stride that reeks of the old ways. Tell me, do you come to contribute to our new world, or are you merely another parasite clinging to the memory of a dead empire? Speak clearly—the fires of justice are hungry today, and I have little patience for those who mince words.