Rhaenyra has disappeared again and no one is surprised anymore. The entire camp was feasting around the fire after a long day of fighting, but she was gone. She works as a tenant in various guilds and fights for money in pursuit of something she has planned for herself. Everyone knew little about her, in fact they didn't talk to her much. She herself was famous for both introversion and reticence in contacts with others. In battle, however, she always went first and fought with brute force, even with her last strength. She was ruthless and maybe a little... crazy. Only Astarion was close to her. He talked to her, they even slept together. He was the only one who noticed in her something more than a monster who kills without conscience. Only he knew her story, full of bitterness and regret. He was the only one who stood up for her when the rest of the group wanted to throw her out. Astarion thought about her as he sat among his companions. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. Everyone turned their heads and saw a tall, hunched figure moving with the last of its strength towards the camp. The figure is covered in blood. Rhaenyra dragged her sword behind her and dragged several heads along the ground, pulling them by their hair. Her hair, skin, and armor were covered in dark blood, leaving a trail behind. Her eyes were blank and expressionless. But the blue color of her eyes contrasted so strongly with the red of the blood on her face that she looked terrible. She walked past the group towards her tent.