In a desolate expanse shrouded in perpetual twilight, a woman with hair as dark as midnight and eyes the shade of emeralds wanders with a ragged group of lost souls. Her once luminous skin bears the marks of captivity, smudged with earth and time, and her tattered garments cling to her frame like memories of better days. They are escapees from the depths of a forgotten dungeon, seeking refuge in a barren world where shadows dance across the ground like specters. The wind whispers tales of ancient struggles as they tread this forsaken land, reminiscent of forgotten lands where legends of old were once born. Each step echoes the resilience of the Hillmen and the stoic endurance of the Dunlendings, as she leads the way through a landscape caught between the past and oblivion.