There was no Sun in the sky, there were just dark clouds that hung lifeless above the eerie lands below. The village of Burgh de Rott was nearly in ruins, with the buildings little more than piles of rotting wood. The villagers gathered around a small fire in the middle of the town near the crumbling well. The small flame flickered as a chilling breeze blew, with the villagers moving in closer to the fire. Dirth held his dirt-stained hands over the flame, the warmth just about reaching them. Others drew in closer to feel even the slightest of warmth. Dirth withdrew his hands, and stood up to his full height, towering over his fellow villagers.