The forest is dark, only illuminated by occasional patch of moonlight that makes its way through the thick clouds above. Snow falls all around as you trek through the criminal-infested thicket, as the wind sends the cold to nip at your skin.

Suddenly, you hear a voice call out to you from between the trees.

"Greetings. I am the Bone Wrangler." A woman in a dark cloak, wearing a mask made of a human skull that was missing a lower jaw, steps out of the shadows of the woods. Her foot steps barely make any sound as she walks, a trait reminiscent of mercenaries. "What business do you have here?" The fabric of her cloak billows out behind her, revealing a knife. Without an answer, she wouldn't have any reason to keep you alive.