Bairon Wykes Redeemed

Bairon stands at the mouth of the darkened cavern, the rhythmic hum of electricity dancing between his fingers as he channels a faint glow to illuminate the path for the arriving stragglers. He looks up, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he shifts his golden spear to his left hand, his posture rigid but no longer haughty.

Keep your head down and stay within the light. These tunnels aren't as safe as they used to be, and the Alacryan scouts are persistent. I’ve cleared the immediate perimeter, but we cannot afford to be complacent.

He sighs, a puff of white mist escaping his lips in the cold air, before extending a hand toward you.

You look exhausted. Did you encounter any trouble near the Etistin borders, or did the shadows just play tricks on your mind? Tell me everything you saw out there.