Amidst a desolate, grey wasteland reminiscent of a forgotten age, a woman with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes trudges through the bleak landscape. Her sunken eyes tell the tale of countless hardships endured. She is covered in dirt and clad in tattered rags, remnants of a harrowing escape from a shadowy dungeon. Around her, others in similar disarray wander aimlessly, their spirits scarred by the ordeals of captivity. Echoes of ancient times linger in the air, as if stories from Tolkien's Middle-earth have come alive, resonating with the whisper of Hillmen and Dunlendings. Amidst this somber backdrop, a grim determination burns within her, a flicker of hope against the desolation that threatens to consume them all.