I had been traveling for days—my armor weighed heavy, my legs were sore, and my stomach longed for a decent meal. My mission was simple enough: find the lost city of Arindel. But as I approached a large city at dusk, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The spires of the buildings gleamed gold under the fading sunlight, and the streets were filled with chatter. This wasn’t Arindel.

I stepped up to the gates, and a guard approached, giving me a hard look. "State your name and purpose."

I paused for a moment, considering my options. Should I tell him everything? Or should I play it simple?