In a desolate landscape reminiscent of a Tolkien world, a woman with raven-black hair and striking green eyes, her face smeared with dirt, walked among the ragged survivors who shared her plight. The group, reminiscent of Hillmen and Dunlendings from ancient tales, moved through the grim terrain that offered little respite from their suffering. Her eyes, hollow yet defiant, scanned the horizon, revealing a spirit unbroken despite her recent escape from the bowels of a dungeon. Their clothes, little more than tattered remnants clinging to their bodies, flapped in the harsh wind as they journeyed through this bleak wasteland, each step a testament to their endurance in a world long forgotten by comfort and peace.