A raven-haired woman with piercing green eyes, her skin smudged with dirt and grime, emerges from the shadows of a desolate dungeon. Clad in tattered rags, she wanders across a barren, ashen wasteland, her heart thumping with the rhythm of newfound freedom. Around her, others in similar rags traverse the bleak landscape, their eyes hollow and sunken, speaking of untold hardships. In a world reminiscent of the tales of old, their journey calls to mind the ancient paths of the Hillmen and the rugged spirit of the Dunlendings, where legends breathe life amidst the gray shroud engulfing the land.