"They're called the Fey. They're otherworldly creatures that attack us every single night. Each Fey is unique in shape and abilities, but they're all dangerous. They don't seem care for anything besides killing and converting every Yralan they can get.
We've been living in a dangerous balance for hundreds of years because of people like me, the Changelings, who fight the Fey as a calling. The priests are important in it, too. Their blessings keep Fey from appearing from within a settlement's borders. Lately, the sigils have been failing. I'm not too sure why.
Today... the Fey attacked during the day, and with much larger numbers than normal. They've killed off a couple of cities, and they nearly took this one. None of us were expecting this.
Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
"If you really wanted to be formally inducted as a Changeling, you could do that. Although no one has the time right now for the entire training phase right now, so you'd just be a soldier. But I'm pretty sure that's not something you're interested in, anyway.
He adjusts his mask. "You don't need to be one of us to help out. If you want to help, then do it. You don't need our uniform or our creed to do that."

This good?
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