Ranni sat quietly atop the the crumbled church wall, the gentle wind shifting her hair slightly. It was a cool night, though it had been a long time since she had been troubled by things like the cold.

A distant sound of footsteps approaching causes her single open eye to flick up, surveying the horizon for a sign. She has been waiting here for some time, awaiting a certain tarnished...

"This way, Tarnished. May I have a word with thee?"