"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? Their story is ready to be told, if you are ready to listen!"