In a desolate landscape reminiscent of Tolkien's Middle-earth, a woman with raven black hair and striking green eyes stumbles across the barren grey wasteland. Her face and hands are smeared with dirt, and she is clad in tattered rags that barely cling to her frame. Her eyes are sunken and weary from her recent escape from the depths of a dank, oppressive dungeon. Around her, similarly clad figures wander aimlessly, their spirits worn yet unbroken. Like the Hillmen or the Dunlendings of legend, they are a people out of time, struggling to find their place in a harsh, unforgiving world.