You seem to clinging to a tree branch overhanging a cliff. In the distance, you can see a large lake. Looking down, and down, you can just barely make out the far fringes of a mining camp. Directly below you is a small ledge. One just barely large enough for the two men standing on it. The one nearest the edge is relatively tall and skinny, with a showman's tatoos spread across his back and arm, and a tall hat on his head. As he turns around to face the other man, you recognize him as Gilean Vel. The other stands farther from the edge with his back to you. All you recognize is that he is wearing the clothes of a Birixal noble, and a very rich one at that.