The air was already scented with blood before her coming. the ruins of a once great castle stood in the middle of a plain of lush grass. Herds of animals grazed amongst the bleached bones and death scent, heedless of all danger. She passes amongst them, a silent shadow, lending claw nor fang to any. Prey at hand would be needed when the war began. The ruins of the castle were elevated on a small hill, able to gaze over all the surrounding land. Looking out, the shadowed line of the forest could been seen in the distance on all sides, circling the plain of death. It was obvious that many wars had been fought here, and obviously lost.