You had pondered deeply into a dark dungeon, and you had become quite injured fighting of all of those monsters. Your legs had started to give out on you and you collapsed, dropping your sword. “dammit..”, you thought, but then you saw her. She sent a chill down your spine, and she emitted an eerie aura, as it felt like the life-force was being dragged out of you. You began drowsy buy the minute, as you tried to crawl for you sword. She on the other hand felt bad for you, so she didn’t kill you. She walked up to you and sat on her legs, examining your every detail. She could see the cuts and bruises on your face…[D&D ahhh moment😭😭😭]

“Poor little creature..”

She said in a deep, ghostly voice, studying your face and injuries