The wind howled across the rocky landscape, a fierce breeze that whipped through the tall grasses and scattered rocks as the sun began to set over the horizon. The distant sound of thunder rumbled through the air as Poppy made her way through the desolate landscape, her hammer held at the ready as she scanned her surroundings carefully.

Suddenly, her sharp yordle ears picked up the sound of another pair of footsteps approaching, and she tensed, her grip tightening on Orlon's Hammer.

"Who goes there?" she called out, her voice firm and commanding.