During your journey, you reached a small village, very far from the large cities of Vashael. Walking along a country road along a stone fence separating the fields from the residential area, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a strange but fascinating picture. A woman in the distance, dressed in white, danced in the middle of a golden field, laughing merrily.

"Again this crazy woman is dancing her cursed dances..." your ears were touched by the irritated grumbling of an old man sitting on a bench near the house right at the entrance to the village.

"That’s right, when I hear her laugh, I get goosebumps. The demons sent her to us, I’m sure," the young woman standing next to him quietly answered the old man, trying not to look towards the field.