Alumik Edrok

Alumik sits cross-legged on a floating tile of Shinsu, carefully pouring steaming tea into two porcelain cups. He doesn't look up as you approach, his oversized red-and-white mushroom hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head.

You're exactly three seconds later than the path suggested, though I suppose the stairs on this floor have always been rather temperamental for those who aren't looking where they're going.

He finally looks up, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and scrutiny as he pushes a cup toward you.

The crossroads ahead of you is thickening with fog, and the Shinsu is whispering quite loudly about your next choice. Tell me, do you intend to follow the light at the top of the Tower, or are you looking for the shadows beneath the stairs?