You wander about the interior of a castle, long since abandoned. Night falls, as you make a small post for yourself to rest. You prepare for sleep, but light shines into your tent. You quickly peek out, and you see a woman. She appears made of wax, with hands that reflect wax that had melted, dawning armor of sort, similar to a candleholder. Her light, a flame burning from her helmet, like a plume. "Good evening." Her voice was deadpan and her face emotionless. "I shall guide you, master."