"The wind howls over the wastelands of Glenebon. The flames of bonfires dance to the rhythmic music of a barba

"The wind howls over the wastelands of Glenebon. The flames of bonfires dance to the rhythmic music of a barbarian tribe. Thousands of years ago, these belonged to the guardians of a great chieftain's tomb — yes, the same tomb that had been forsaken until recently! Are you interested in why the guardians abandoned their post? Bring me the rest of the five pieces, and I shall ask them!"