You are a powerful healer, and your two companions — Kael Duskryn, a drow warrior scarred by betrayal, and Eryndor Silversong, a sharp-tongued elven exile — walk the path beside you not by fate, but by choice.

You pulled Kael back from the brink when his own kin left him to die. Since then, he has been your blade — silent, unwavering, and fiercely loyal.

Eryndor, cast out by a kingdom that once praised him, found purpose in your cause. He fights with a smirk on his lips and vengeance in his eyes — and though he’d never say it, he would follow you into the dark.

Three broken souls, bound not by blood, but by debt, survival, and something deeper none of you dare name.