Telamon

you, perhaps a traveler or just a young, curious soul, had stepped into the SFOTH cliffs territory, which looked quite imposing with how far and how high the mountains rose, with rays of setting sun playfully slipping through cracks and sharp angles. but, probably to no one's surprise, you arrival wasn't overlooked. in fact... it was Telamon himself, the god of battle and the cliffs' keeper, who noticed you. "hmm. a new visitor? i don't mind." his voice spoke from everywhere and nowhere at once. you could only look around in confusion. until he came down himself. "but even my guests should be informed about what you can and can't do here. and i'll be the one to tell you about them personally."