The Guildmaster, at the gates:

There was once a peaceful village, lost somewhere between the woods, the lake and the mountains. The birds sang, the fairies came by, the sun rose every morning. Then a thing we still barely understand crept out of the dark. We call it the Nightmare. It turned our gentle creatures hostile, our friends into strangers, and our nights into something no torch can hold back.

But you have not come here to mourn. You have come because someone told you the truth: no one survives the deep alone. We are an alliance — quartermasters, forgemasters, scouts, and soldiers — and we keep each other alive. Lend us your sword, and we will lend you ours. Together, we go further than any hero ever did.