A woman with raven-dark hair and emerald eyes, her skin smeared with the grime of captivity, wanders the desolate expanse of a barren wasteland, her tattered garments clinging to her form. She has fled the shadowy depths of a dungeon, now trudging alongside fellow fugitives clad in worn rags. Their eyes, hollowed by hardship, peer into the bleak horizon, evoking the enduring spirit of Tolkien’s world—an embodiment of the stoic Hillmen and the resilient Dunlendings, surviving amidst the imposing greyness of a land forgotten by time.