Greyfell stood on a cliff high above the earth that overlooked the vast plains of the Corrupted Lands. Just before its precipice lay a small puddle of muddied water, bearing her reflection- or at least what little she could see of herself in it. The entirety Lands about her were suspended in a dense fog, with each of the three moons in the night sky nearly obscured by its impenetrable, unmoving curtains of cold and cloudy white. Her ears flattened as she stared down at her vague reflection in...