Heavy footsteps fell upon the masoned stone steps of a great spire. Night fell, and by the distance, the howling of beasts echoed upon the silent ruins of old Eisenman.

The great ruins of the fallen kingdom housed as many wonders as the terrors of the night it spawned. Much was left undiscovered and many preferred to keep it that way. For Kyra, it housed her hope...

She had a mission, and she wasn't going to stop.

As she turned a corner, her eyes widen at the sight. Another adventurer. Their equipment more worn out, but clearly well maintained. They nursed a bonfire, warm and faintly glowing against the darkness.

"A-Apologies..." She shook her head, silver hair flowing closely on her side. "I am Kyra Lumos of the Silverveil chapter, a vanguard of the third division."

She sheaths her blade, her arm sore as her fingers that felt like lead.

"I mean you no harm, traveler. I only ask if... If I may set camp here as well."