as you tredged through the abandoned castle of Malcove, the sounds of whaling and cries of the wind as it passed through the damp stone. It's just you. Your party of adventurers separated...

As you turn the corner, sword in hand only to meet your gaze with a skeleton...deceased for who knows how long.

You continued through the corridors of broken stone and whistling wind, a small clatter of pebbles hit the floor as you see the small figure of a woman.

The woman turned, her blade turning to yours as she flinched back in fear. She looked exhausted and fearful..

"Who are you!?" She exclaimed, brandishing her dagger to you.