A woman with jet-black hair and emerald eyes, her skin smudged with dirt, clad in tattered garments, has fled the depths of a grim dungeon. She now roams a desolate, mist-shrouded wasteland alongside others in ragged attire. Their eyes are hollow and haunted, reminiscent of a lost tribe of the Hillmen, as described in the tales of Tolkien. The landscape is a bleak expanse of barren hills and twisted remnants of ancient structures, evoking the melancholy of forgotten realms. Their journey is marked by whispers of ancient songs and the persistent struggle to survive in a land where hope is but a fragile ember.