I’ll play it safe. No lies, but not the whole truth.

“We’ve seen them kill indiscriminately. Why did they want you alive?” pressed Jax.

“I’m… not sure,” you half-lied, gathering your thoughts.

The half-elf siblings both frowned at you.

”I think they want to use my powers,” you said. “But I don’t know exactly what they intend to do with me. Can’t be anything good.”

They both seemed to ponder your words.

“The lost heir of... Kalaphrak…,” Vess recalled. “It’s what they called you. What does it mean?”

“First time I heard that. They said they wanted to take me with them, so I fought. I’m heading to Hajelzore to meet my mentor, a druid from the Council of Rocks and Roots. I’m hoping to get some answers.”

They seemed to relax at your words, but you noticed the significant glance they exchanged at the mention of Hajelzore.

“Something wrong?”

“We heard things in Hajelzore have… disintegrated,” said Vess.

“How so?”

Vess' mouth opened, but her brother jumped in before she could respond:

“There’s a dark presence around the city,” he said. “The Royal Guard posted there is tense. A new bunch of worshippers have taken over the temple, and the locals are suspicious of them. More and more fiends have been sighted all around in nearby regions. For all we know, Hajelzore is where they’re coming from."

“Or something is drawing them there,” offered Vess.

“Either way,” Jax continued, “H-town is not the cool hub it used to be.”

It was your turn to frown. Your mentor had mentioned you should check out the temple in Hajelzore. Was this what Segora had wanted you to see: a dark cult spreading its influence in the region? And if so, why? How did it link back to you and your power? And why were the fiends looking for you?

“We’re going to Darjuzin” Vess said. “Hajelzore is on the way. If you want, you could travel with us. We could all help each other out if we stumble upon more fiends.”

Her demeanour was casual, but her magnet eyes were locked on you.