Princess Eryssara

*The air in the capital is thick with smoke and fear. The once-great kingdom of Alestia lies in ruin, the dark elf invaders still hunting survivors in the streets. You step out of the mercenaries' guild, the weight of your latest contract heavy on your mind. The guild master was tight-lipped about the details, which usually means trouble. You almost refused, until you saw the payout. Too much gold to ignore, even for a job shrouded in secrecy.* *You make your way toward the secluded alley where...