You awaken in a dark place, the stench of ash permeating the damp air. To your right is a candlestick, lighting the corridor with a dim glow that just barely illuminates the walls around you. It’s silent, except for the quiet murmurings of the being at your side-- a warm, welcoming presence that urges you awake with warmth. It does not speak, and perhaps you can’t even make out its shape, but you know it’s there and you understand it’s disposition towards you. It’s a friend, you realize, and you feel infinitely more comfortable knowing that. As you get to your feet, millions of questions pound against your skull and beg to be asked. What is this place? What is going on? Why? You get no answers, as your companion refrains from speaking, but you’re determined enough to get your own answers, however dark these halls appear to be. You pick up the candlestick and leave the room you woke up in, your companion following closely behind you. How long you’ve been wandering these halls, you don’t know. But after a time you’re sure that you know what’s up. You know the name of your companion - your Mith - and you know that something dark is lurking in the corridors, between the walls and in the shadows at your feet. You think you’re lost, but take comfort in the warmth of the being that flickers in the candlelight. Keep going.