A young man wipes his hand across his brow. His face is pale and his fair hair is a mess, but his gaze is stea

A young man wipes his hand across his brow. His face is pale and his fair hair is a mess, but his gaze is steady — and grateful. "I swear, never have I been so glad to meet a stranger! Even with the power granted me by Sarenrae, I almost lost. You have my thanks. Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tristian."