You reach the docks by the river, where the locals quickly point out the man you seek. A tall, strong figure dressed in pelts of glowrats stands out among the bustling dock workers. His presence is imposing, like a statue carved from ancient stone, exuding a rugged strength.

After listening to your story and "Galmon's" directive, the master dock worker nods thoughtfully. "We'll need to gather a few supplies first," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "I can show you what you'll need. Some snailmoth jerky will be a welcome protein on our journey, and we will need some climbing ropes and braces. But be wary, friends, as I have seen strange tracks in this forest lately," he adds with a sense of foreboding. "I feel an unusual force is at play."

That night, sleep is a strange battle with reality as you come to accept you are "here." Your dreams are haunted by echoes of Talik's voice and glimpses of faces you can't quite place. When you wake, it's with the unsettling feeling that you’re trapped between two worlds.

Your party rises at the earliest break of dawn, the sky painted with the first light of day. A mage, Lukindar, travels with you, her eyes reflecting a knowing wisdom. She speaks to you as if you have shared a past, but you have no memory of her. You play along, wary of revealing your confusion.

A human is also in your party, a Voek. The sight of him is jarring—humans , the Voek working together with us? It feels like a relic from a forgotten time. You are cautious, unsure if he can be trusted. He possesses no powers but his great strength and local knowledge make him more an asset than a liability.

Following the master dock worker, you continue on a winding path north. A cold wind soon whips around your heels, blowing down from the awesome pinnacle of the mountain before you. The air becomes thin, making it harder to breathe as you march up, crossing rocky trails and low rock-clinging brush. The mountain looms above you like a silent guardian, its peak shrouded in mist.

You tighten your coat with a leather strap to hold back the chill, hoping to stay warm. Each step feels like a small victory against the encroaching cold. The journey ahead is daunting, but you push forward, driven by a sense of duty and the faint hope that clarity lies at the end of this path.

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