For once the world above was as dark and dreary as the dungeons below. The sky hung low and the world seemed lit up by The Angry Moon glowing in the sky. There was a thickness to the air, brought on by the thinning of the Veil. If one really paid attention they would see that they were no longer alone standing by themselves in the Moonlight.

It was on nights like this were after really thrived. She was in her element standing out in the open bathing in the light of the Harvest Moon. She knew the tales, had read all the stories, and still had bravely emerged from the depths of the ground to see it all for herself.

She did not fear the red tint of all around her, nor did it bother her that she herself appeared to be bathed in blood. She hoped to meet the fabled Harvester, planned to ask him her many questions about the other side. Even her companion seemed excited as it wafted around her.