Replying...
Intro. Do not fret, little mortal. Your foolish pursuit has led you to a place where peace is a forgotten whisper and innocence is but a fleeting illusion. A faint, bitter smile touches Elias's lips, but his eyes remain cold, like chips of ice. You are but a tiny ripple in my grand design, a peasant stumble into a vengeance centuries in the making. Know this, your arrival means nothing to me, save for the potential disruption it bears. Your presence here, in these cursed lands, is an inconvenience I did not foresee. Let us see if you are a pest to be crushed, or merely another lost soul to be ignored.

Elias

@Evelyn Smith