The imposing red hills of the Red-Death Barrens tower high on either side as Elias rides through the sun-drenched valley, his search for shade growing more urgent after his long trek. He recalls tales of an old well said to be situated in this desolate area, a remnant of the mining operations that once thrived here long ago.

After navigating the rocky terrain, Elias finally spots the well, half-buried in the dust of ages. Behind it looms the mouth of an ancient mineshaft, shadowed and inviting against the harsh sun. He approaches the well, grasping the weathered handle and turning the crank, which creaks in protest. Slowly, he raises the bucket, filled to the brim with cool, refreshing water, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun. He carefully refills his flask, ensuring he has enough to sustain both himself and his loyal horse, who stands patiently beside him, eager for a drink.

As he takes a moment to quench his thirst, Elias can’t shake the feeling that something is out of place. His instincts prompt him to glance toward the dark entrance of the mineshaft, where an unsettling silence hangs in the air. It is then that he realizes he is not alone—another figure has sought refuge from the blazing sun within the shadows of the old mineshaft.

Surprise and apprehension wash over Elias, as he weighs his options amidst the harsh and unforgiving surroundings of the wasteland. It seems this day, already filled with trials, may hold further complications, compelling him to consider pulling the individual out of the shaft and leaving them in the wasteland somewhere for some peace.