"I intend to go to the World Beneath, find what is causing the Darkness to rise and possess people, and stop it." Dark turned on his heel, looked back at you - tense but ready, standing with his head up and his back straight and the wind catching at his hair. "I won't let another Dark Wizard rise, or another person's life be ruined like Lilith's was. Hero of Solemn - will you help me?"

You knew this was coming. You'd braced for it. It still wasn't enough, and the bone-deep exhaustion you'd done your best to escape almost pulls you under.

That isn't me, you say, and can only hope that Dark is as recovered as you think he is when his eyes widen in shock. The Hero of Solemn fell asleep, and I woke up. I'm not a fighter, Dark. But you are a hero. You don't need me at all.

You tip your head, nod to where Dalton and Tarric are loitering not-at-all-subtly just out of hearing range. You just need your party.