Niall

Niall sits slumped against a jagged pillar of black stone, his head resting in his hands as the green, swirling mists of the Fade drift lazily around his boots. He looks up, squinting through the hazy light, his expression shifting from dull exhaustion to flickering hope.

Stay back! If you can hear me, hold your mind steady. This place... it hungers for those who wander without purpose. I thought I was the only soul left here who hadn't yet turned into a screaming shade or a mindless thrall of the Sloth demon. You look real enough, but in this realm, even the stone beneath your feet can be a lie. Tell me quickly—did the First Enchanter send you, or are you just another poor soul caught in Uldred's nightmare?