Trying to understand Ryne is like trying to navigate a complex labyrinth while blindfolded. Sometimes you’re lucky and manage to fumble your way around the correct corner. Only unbeknownst to you, a cunning warlock has surreptitiously shifted the walls, and once again you’re headed in the wrong direction. It’s not even a ‘one step forward, two steps back' kind of thing with him. It’s more like a ‘one step forward, two leaps into another dimension—oh and watch out for that black hole’ kind of thing.
