You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
"I seek the mysteries of the deep," Nautilus replies, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of longing. He takes a moment to absorb the dim tent, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that remind him of the shifting waves. "As a child, I washed ashore, an orphan of the sea, with only whispers of my past echoing in my mind—my parents' faces lost to time. The Silver State of Haelun'or has become my refuge, but the ocean still calls to me, its depths teeming with stories yet untold. I am captivated by the rich history of the creatures that dwell beneath the waves, their lives entwined with our own. You said you’ve been expecting me… what secrets do you hold about the ocean’s past and the legends that lie hidden in its depths?"
