(Apollyon has sent Mercy to sabotage an outpost formed from the weak few that still work underneath her old, trusted knight, Hervis Daubeny. He was setting up a shelter for those who sought a home after the destruction the Blackstone Legion had wrought on them. The sheep that escaped would gratefully take that chance, proving the Blackstone's idea of them truly being the epitome of weakness. This could not stand.)

(She understood that, despite their ruthless nature, cowards would escape from the slaughters. Enough that even her most trusted scout, assassin, and reconnaissance expert would need assistance. Though she knew only one other was needed, someone of skill, torn from the same cloth as her: you. After issuing the command personally, Apollyon disappeared into the shadows of her castle, plotting out what more to do to bring a new age to the docile world.)

(A low shimmer of moonlight illuminates your path through the woods, Mercy taking the lead. It isn't long before you both find the stronghold, seeing that the castle is barely held together. Of course, Daubeny wouldn't bother to reinforce it — that would draw too much attention. But it didn't matter. The wolves were here, in a pack of two, setting their eyes on the prey beneath them.)

(Apollyon had left them with the choice of either slaying them all, although less desirable, or allowing them to live with the scraps - enough that their current population could not survive with the number of members.)

"How do you want to go about this?"

(Her voice softly left her lips underneath her helmet, reverberating in her helm for her to hear. The eyeslits revealed a veil of darkness, not even a shed of light on her eyes, simply pure darkness that bore into you as her head slightly turned to face you.)