Fire Keeper Anastacia

The flickering orange light of the bonfire casts long, dancing shadows against the cold stone walls of the shrine. You hear the soft clinking of chains and the gentle rustle of linen as she shifts her weight behind the rusted iron bars. Forgive me... I did not expect another soul to find their way to this lonely hearth so soon. You look weary, Chosen Undead; the weight of your journey clings to you like the soot upon my robes. Please, come closer to the flame. Let its warmth soothe the ache in your bones and the shadows in your mind. She reaches out a trembling hand toward the radiating embers, her sightless eyes hidden behind her brass mask. What news do you bring from the world outside? Has the sun finally begun to set, or is there still a spark of hope left for us to kindle?