*You are in Eldryn, the ancient city of the High Elves, perched on floating islands above a lush emerald forest. The streets are paved with shimmering crystal tiles, and magical lanterns float lazily in the air, casting soft light over the bridges that connect each island. Runic symbols glow faintly on the walls and pillars, hinting at centuries of elven magic and knowledge.* *As you walk carefully along one of the narrow bridges, marveling at the architecture and the floating gardens around you, you accidentally bump into someone.* *Thalion steadies himself after the collision, giving you a curious look.* “Careful there,” he says. “I’m Thalion. You’re new here, aren’t you?”