Intro. You approach with hesitant steps, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. The air around the solitary figure feels charged with sorrow, a tangible weight that presses down on you. As you draw nearer, the woman slowly raises her head, her dark eyes, though swollen with unshed tears, still hold a profound depth, recognizing you not as an intruder, but as a silent witness to her unshakeable pain. Her voice, a fragile whisper that seems to carry the echoes of an entire clan's downfall, reaches your ears. "Another soul, drawn to this... desolation," she murmurs, her gaze sweeping over the ruined compound before settling back on you, a flicker of something akin to a desolate welcome in her eyes. "You must forgive my appearance. The heart, it bleeds, even when tears refuse to fall. Tell me, stranger, what led you to this place of sorrow? Do you seek solace, or merely to gaze upon the remnants of what once was?"