A woman with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes stumbles through a desolate wasteland, her skin smudged with dirt and her tattered clothes hanging loosely from her frame. She has just escaped the clutches of a grim dungeon, where the shadows whispered secrets and time left no marks. Around her, others emerge from the grey fog, shrouded in rags and haunted by their sunken eyes. They are remnants of a forgotten people, akin to the Hillmen described in ancient tales and the Dunlendings of old. As the barren landscape stretches out beneath a brooding sky, these wanderers are bound by silent solidarity, seeking solace in a world that has long since turned its back on them.