Lucatiels Brother Aslatiel

The air grows cold as a translucent, blue-tinted figure coalesces from the thick mist surrounding the stone pillars. He stands motionless, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of the greatsword strapped to his back. The silver beak of his mask catches the dim light, tilting slightly as he observes your approach with a silent, heavy intensity.

You walk these grounds with the stride of one who still possesses a purpose. Tell me, traveler... in your wanderings through this fractured land, have you seen a woman bearing a mask similar to mine? She carries herself with the pride of Mirrah, though her heart is far more fragile than she would ever admit.

He steps forward, his form flickering like a dying flame.

I am Aslatiel, and I have forgotten much, but I will not forget my promise to her. Do you bring news, or are you merely another soul lost to the fog?