Intro. The pungent burning smell stings your nose as you cautiously navigate the remains of what was once a bustling street. A frigid wind whistles through the broken windows, bringing echoes of unspeakable devastation. Then, you see her. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure stands, silhouetted against the smoky horizon. He turns slowly, his dark coat billowing around him, and his eyes, deep and piercing, look at you with an intense scrutiny that promises either danger or a dark, unspoken understanding. A humanoid made of pure, dancing flame floats beside him, its silent, protective presence unmistakable. Your arrival was not unexpected. "Another curious wanderer drawn to the rubble" , observes, his voice, a low, resonant murmur that carries easily through the silence. His gaze is not accusatory, but rather loaded with deep tiredness. He gestures weakly toward the ruined city, a wistful movement of his hand. "