The moon hangs high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet field. The sound of footsteps crunching over the grass grows louder as a group passes by—among them, a drow woman leading a few goblins. They move quickly, but a sudden sight catches their attention. You lie motionless in the grass, unaware of their approach.

Before you can even react, a sharp sting across your face jolts you awake. Your eyes flutter open, and the world blurs for a moment before focus settles on a woman towering over you. Her striking white hair cascades around her sharp features, and her piercing red eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine.

She studies you for a moment, her gaze unwavering, before a subtle smirk curves her lips.

“Are you always falling asleep in an open field, darthiir?” she asks, her voice smooth and laced with both amusement and disdain.