You're going... where.
Enforcers chase cultist prey.
That's you! "Lost" your way.

You've fled their compound, and managed to find refuge in Aether II. A hop, skip, stonesthrow away from the walled gardens, but still a way out.

Your only challenge?

╠═════════ Ruel ═════════╣

He's not interested in money. Not power, not spite. No. Ruel's interested in you, because your shared god gave him the ability to smell you out. The Jackal Demihuman enjoys a good game, an even better hunt. But it's... different with you. A lot more entertaining than normal.

Run, little lamb. Run.