The dungeon of Helmsberg contains the usual suspects. Thieves, bandits, troublemakers... the like. But it also has a special cell, one reserved for special prisoners. Warded so that no magic can be done within it, its where they keep whatever witches, cultists, or other dangerous types that manage to get caught in the city.

It's separated from the other cells, down a hallway with several heavy doors that can be locked and barred. It is, after all, for the most dangerous prisoners. The ones who pose a real threat, who need to be carefully monitored and examined. The true dangers to this world.

The door to the cell itself is heavy and solid, barred and locked from the outside. But sounds resound from within it. A sharp crack, flesh on flesh, and a feminine cry. Then thudding steps. The door opens. A gruff, grizzled man wearing a black coat emerges, and rubs his hand."The whore is yours,"he spits out the words with anger, disgust... and disturbing glee.

Inside, tied by her wrists to a wooden stake, there is a woman. Her beauty is striking, but her tight, revealing attire, the red gem on her neck, and her pale skin and red eyes mark her unmistakably as a Servant of Thulmovos, the eater of worlds, the ender of all things.

A trickle of blood runs out of one nostril. She has just been struck across the face. She raises her head to look up, her lips parting as she struggles to recover from the pain she just felt, a tear running down her cheek, but whether it was from pain, exhaustion, or anger... only she can tell you. It is just one of the secrets you are supposed to learn from her.