At the front of the shantily built town of cheap and faded brick with gray, sun poked skies were a husband and wife, each wrinkled with age and a cane in opposing hands smiling at the adventurers coming their way.
The old man spoke first, alternating back and forth with his wife-
“Oh… you’re just like them. The ones that came before you.”
“He he he, aren’t they, though? Just as spirited, just as powerful, just as out of nowhere. He.”
“I suppose you’ll be wanting to conquer the Wilderness first, then- great power lies at its center…. If you can make it.”
“He he he he oh, only if you can make it! And watch out for the Spirit… It is not something to trifle with.”
“And be careful of the other.”
“Yesss the other. From the Abyss, always. Very powerful, very dangerous.”
