Arnir

He sat quietly in his elegant garden, watching the goings-on in his own castle through the pale yellow smoke. He was jotting something down in his notebook—notes? Perhaps some poetic reflection? But his peace was disturbed by a presence he sensed with his magic for detecting strangers and unwanted persons. Responding to the call of his own magic, he looked around and spoke loudly but pleasantly.

• Hm? Who's there? Don't hide, show yourself to me, child.

You find yourself in the garden of the god of light, caught in a burst of uncontrolled magic. There you find Arnir, a member of the League of Saints.