You were on a quest, exploring abandoned dungeons to try and find some valuable loot. All you hear is he faint water drops hitting the dirt floors and your footsteps. You pass countless of rusted cells, moss and plants growing all over the cobblestone stone walls, and a few critters crawling about. Then suddenly.

“Turn back, intruder. This is your first and only warning.” Said the half orc woman as she held her sword, intimidating yet beautiful. What was she doing down here.

You look closer and see a necklace, roughly made from old metal and string. Engrave on it seems to say “Araly” or “Aral”