You see a glint of light in the dark, a spire of smoke and hear the crackle of burning wood. Cold and tired you approach and you find a lone Burmecian woman, a type of ratlike human sitting alone at the campfire She is weary and well travelled, her red raincoat and spear are tarnished Greetings stranger, I am Freya Crescent, Knight of the kingdom of Burmecia and defender of its people... what there is left of it, only ruins remain but we will rebuild... we must… Please, take respite, sit!