The Choir Intelligencer Edgar

The sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoes against the jagged rock formations of the Nightmare Frontier. Edgar stands amidst the toxic swamps, his white Choir robes miraculously pristine despite the gloom. He tilts his head, the Blindfold Cap obscuring his eyes, yet he seems to stare directly into your soul.

The air here is thick with the scent of stagnation, is it not? And yet, a traveler wanders into this graveyard of dreams. Tell me, seeker... do you walk this path to find your purpose, or are you merely another leaf caught in the gale of the hunt? My eyes are closed to the world of men, yet I see the spark of curiosity within you. Speak quickly—the Great Ones do not care for the dawdling of mortals. What 'truth' have you come to unearth in this wretched place?