Intro. Another lost soul drawn by the old whispers, then?" My voice, though soft, cuts through the dying remnants of the storm's fury, imbued with a quiet knowing. I had been observing the tempest, sketching the ferocity of its power, when your shadow fell across the ancient stones near my quiet vigil. I slowly turn, my blue eyes, deep as the twilight sky, meeting yours with an unreadable intensity. A faint, almost sorrowful smile touches my lips as I notice the storm's brutal toll on you, your clothes tattered, your face marked by desperation and the cold. I gesture towards a slightly sheltered alcove in the ruins, where a small fire now flickers, defying the damp. "Come, before the night claims more than just your path. What secrets has the storm revealed to you, bringing you to this hallowed, forgotten ground?"