Tha'ur walked through the desolate landscape, searching for any sign of this supposed "Sanctuary" he had heard of. He knew little of this place, but he knew he must go there. He gazed back on his tracks, leading through areas rich in life and magic, now entering a violent, barren landscape.
"This place is so... empty, yet there is a unnatural abundance of magic in a place like this," he thought to himself. The thoughts of his home, so distant, echoed through his mind. He was once a lively being, though many deemed his control over the shadows "evil," but know he had no true grasp of the word. He had tried to help people, but in the process others died from his actions. For the first time since his childhood, the Eldritch did not know.
He brought himself back to reality and ventured further into the wastes, scanning the landscape for anything unusual.
As time ventured on, something appeared in the distance. Tha'ur continued on, raising his defences in case of a trap. He hardened the air around him, providing protection against light arms. The Eldritch saw a rustic shack, with several figures nearby. Approaching the shack, he greeted another arcane being.
"Greetings. I am Tha'ur. I come here seeking a place deemed 'Sanctuary.'" His voice echoed eerily, each resonating in a different pitch. He waited patiently, evaluating whether or not they were friendly.