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[[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrJO4whDV84]♪ Village Music ♪[/url]]

As the Pale Lady's words fade from sound, a gentle flash of light occurs, blinding all your senses at once. You wonder how long this will last before you realize you feel the sensation of a bitter chill upon your skin. The white turns to black and you can feel your long-forgotten body laying on the ground, your eyes closed. In many ways you can feel the aches and pains of your death and yet you're somehow completely revitalized and full of energy. As you blink your eyes open you can see others around you, waking from supposedly the same death-dream, however there is one who stands. A woman with a flowing red mane that is held up only by a hairband or two, adorned in light almost tribal looking clothing and a familiar blade in hand - one that has been passed down by centuries of myths and fairy tales.

Behind her is a sight that is not welcomed by most. It is a village that nearly looks frozen in time, but the buildings are burned to a crisp and skeletons are laid across the depressing landscape. Those of a more magical detection immediately feel a strange sensation, that the burns were not caused by any known magic and that it's very much of an unnatural nature - almost as if the flames used here burned as much as they froze. Clearly the village had been attacked and not a single soul was left to tell the tale. Even the very ground seems to moan and weep as life is slowly being drained away by something strange.

Noticing the group is awake, the woman turns half-way to greet everyone with a serious, but gentle smile. [b][color=#3fc0ff]"You've awoken,"[/color][/b] she mentions, as if confirming that everyone is indeed alive. [b][color=#3fc0ff]"Gain your bearings when you can,"[/color][/b] she advises before gesturing to the ruined village. [b][color=#3fc0ff]"As you can see, there is little for us to do here, so we might as well come to terms before we set off on our quest."[/color][/b] Letting out a light sigh, her gaze finally falls upon Ffamran. Though her expression hardens a little, she simply nods to him once, as if hinting that she has no ill-will towards the man - though it's difficult to say why her demeanor is so calm given that he was the slayer of her lover.