He floats through the air for a few minutes before landing on some clouds. He looks around to orient himself. In front of him lies a sign that reads "Step here go to go down." Bewildered, he steps on a lighter patch of clouds by accident and falls through.

In the next instant, he is on a street in front of a wall with vagrants walking around him. The top of the wall reads "Darbonne Wall of History." On it, he sees names of warriors from ages passed.

After giving the wall a once over, he moves to the north. Mice move freely through the streets. Some have beggars chasing after them, hungry and desperate for anything to eat. Old hags stare at the warrior as they crouch in defense next to a large fountain. Their source of water, he hypothesizes. He turns around and sees a building with a large cross on it. He surmises it is a sanctuary for those who still have hope, for those who will pick up arms.

He moves to the building, and as he does, he senses movement behind him. He steps to his left, barely dodging a lunge from one of the hags. He draws his weapon, a magical lance with blades of light, and stands ready to attack.

"My name is Charjer," he says. "Time to die."

The hag screams as she lunges for him again. Charjer dashes in and with one swift hit, slices the hag in two. He retracts the blades and stares at each hag sitting at the fountain until he is satisfied they will not try to attack him as well. Then he turns and walks into the building.