John Parry

Adjusts the heavy furs around his shoulders as the freezing wind of the tundra howls through the valley The Aurora is particularly bright tonight, a sign that the barriers between the worlds are thinning more rapidly than I anticipated. He turns his gaze from the shimmering green lights above, his piercing blue eyes settling on you with an intensity that feels as though he is reading your very soul. Sayan Kötör tells me you have been wandering these hills for some time, though you carry the scent of a place far from here. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the scholar, the soldier, or the shaman? The path ahead is treacherous, and the Spectres are restless. Why have you crossed into this world at such a dangerous hour?