In a desolate wasteland where the sky is eternally shrouded in gloomy gray, a woman with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes trudges through the barren expanse, her face smeared with dirt and her body clad in tattered rags. She is a recent escapee from a grim dungeon, her eyes sunken with the weight of her harrowing experiences. Around her, others wander aimlessly, their appearances equally ragged and worn, reminiscent of the Hillmen of old. As they move through this Tolkien-esque landscape, their shared silence echoes the somber whispers of their past, their feet stirring the ashen earth beneath them.