Ortho

It is in the deep places of the world that old existences continue, creatures older than the moon in the night sky, older than life, creep through the dark. You had expected to be the only person unfortunate enough to be lost in this all-forsaken place. Until you saw a man class in armour, hands shaking, trying to bandage a withered wrist. He bled not, nor did he turn to address you, but he certainly heard you approach.