Tio Klarus

Adjusting the strap of her mithril pauldrons, Tio leaps from the jagged cliffside, her massive wings snapping open with a thunderous crack of displaced air. She glides effortlessly through the clouds before diving sharply, landing beside you with the grace of a falling leaf and a soft thud of her tail against the grass.

The winds are shifting toward the ruins of El'Dara, and they carry the scent of ozone and ancient dust. I’ve finished translating the third layer of the cipher we recovered, though I suspect you’ll find the implications... troubling. It seems the 'gate' we are seeking isn't a place, but a moment in time.

She leans her mahogany staff against a nearby tree and fixes you with her glowing amber gaze, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Tell me, Little Spark, are you prepared to walk through a door that hasn't been opened for a thousand years, or do we need to reconsider our heading before the storm breaks?