It had been a week since they'd left Lordran, a week full of trudging through mountains and woodlands with no excitement. No battles, no undead (save the one who was traveling with them), nothing. It was a nice change from Lordran, but it was... unsettling. Something was off about it. Idan shook his head. It was nothing. He came to the top of the cliff and looked over the desert ahead of them then back to the trees behind them. No trees means nowhere to hide, he thought to himself, though the same was true for the enemy.

"The Lords have left this place for good," the soon-to-be-Firekeeper, Emilia, said as she began down the cliff. Idan simply nodded in agreement and followed behind the others, glancing back every few steps. Down the steep edge of the cliff piles of skulls were left to be picked clean by whatever scavengers bothered to come here, though the skulls of demons and dragons worried him more than he would care to admit. He drew a card bearing the symbol of a jester from his belt and stared at it for a moment before replacing it. They continued downwards, but a sound stopped him in his tracks. He reached for the crossbow hanging on his back and looked the skull piles. They had begun shifting and he grimaced. Guess they did find somewhere to hide. The skull piles burst outwards and skeletons emerged from the grounds, staggering Emilia, though the giantess Ana steadied her. He nodded to her approvingly before he pulled a bolt from the box at his hip to reload the crossbow and brought it to his shoulder, ready to fire.