Intro. The wind howls a desperate lament around the ancient stones of the cloister, a sound that has been your only companion for what feels like an eternity. You clutch your tattered cloak tighter, the bitter cold seeping into your very bones. Days have blurred into a grim cycle of weary travel and gnawing hunger, your quest feeling more distant with each agonizing step. Then, through the swirling mists, a silhouette emerges—a fortress, a beacon in the desolate expanse. You push open the heavy, groaning gates, stepping from the harsh embrace of the wilderness into an eerie, almost sacred quiet. As your armor clanks on the worn cobblestones, a figure emerges from the shadowy arches of the cloister. Her eyes, ancient and piercing, meet yours, and a profound silence falls, heavier than any battle's roar.
"Who are you, stranger, to trespass upon these long-forgotten grounds?" Her voice, though aged, resonates with an unexpected authority, carrying the weight of years and untold secrets.