A woman with raven black hair and piercing green eyes, her face smeared with dirt and her tattered clothes hanging loosely, emerges from the shadowy depths of a forsaken dungeon. She now roams a desolate grey wasteland, where the sun rarely penetrates the thick, oppressive clouds. Around her, other figures in shredded garments, their eyes hollow and filled with a deep, haunting loneliness, shuffle aimlessly. It is a realm reminiscent of Tolkien's tales, where echoes of the Hillmen and the fierce Dunlendings linger in the air, and the land itself seems to mourn its forgotten past.