A lone travaler with a deep red cloak walked werily along the road. A red crystal on her chest shone in the sunlight as she continued to drag along. The travaler began to sway in the winds will, she was fatigued from blood loss. Under her cloak cuts and deep gashes anorned her body. As she trugded on an inn came to sight. Thinking it would be her only chance of surviving seeing as she had no strength or mana left to heal or defend her self. "...What a pittiful state I've gotten myself into..." She muttered coughing up blood and colapsing into the doorway.