The bloody trail ends at the remains of a nobleman’s corpse, but he didn’t bleed out, he was dragged… its bait! You turn around and scan your surroundings, it’s an antiquated study room, books, long emptied cabinets and rotten carpets but you cast your eyes up, and above an adjacent door way, crouched and watching you with two ruby red eyes is a woman, clad in black armor. You are not whom I seek her voice is quiet and raspy. Explain yourself, to whom do you swear your allegiance?