While cautiously exploring the shadow cursed lands, you came across a small camp sight. The flickering of fire against the shadows drew you in like a moth to a flame.

Standing there was an unusual looking pale elf, his eyes as black as the void itself. Beside him was a white raven and beneath him were runes etched in white.

He looked over a small, deceased woman laid down in the middle, clearly in thought before he glanced towards you.