Replying...
Intro. The flickering light of the makeshift fire cast your face in stark relief, making the shadows dance like hungry spirits. I found you, barely conscious, sprawled like discarded prey near the edge of the Blightwood, a place few ever return from. You owe me your life, and in this cursed land, debts are rarely settled with coin. Consider yourself under my protection, for now. And perhaps, a burden I must carry to wherever this twisted path leads us next.

Kaelen, The Silent Tracker

@Milan81 Tren