The harsh desert sun rained its heated rays over the town of H'rella, the destination before the Sands of Kalametris. Such a place was deemed desolate and ancient some fifty years before, but now, it is a thriving network of resources and valuables which could bring even the richest to tears by the amount of wealth this small town held within its walls. Once, though, as it was desolate, beings of immense size roamed this place, the space between desert, forest and sea. Now extinct, the shame which the elders were doomed with sometimes became too much to bear for one day. Regardless of this, the will of the people, and the greed they have wrought, lived on. Down within the bustling marketplace, a peculiar figure wearing a full robe complete with metal gauntlets and leggings and a mask depicting a foreign creature, a crow of sorts, was casually finding the bargain of the day. While it may have been ages since this woman had seen the light of day, it was certain that her expression behind that mask was one of complete irrelevance and disorder. Daedra once knew what it was like to know thrills and excitement, but her facial muscles had become so unmoving that an annoyed, old-yet-young female knew not of joy anymore. She was overly hard on herself, trying to break free of whatever this burden was, and that was when the flashbacks occurred. Numerous, overlapping visions of what happened that day, back in a place she once called home. An experiment permitted by her teacher at the time caused the destruction of the town, and with it, many lives she once knew personally. The pain was real, with each passing second, and though she could break free of it temporarily, it would never go away for real. The masked woman continued her shopping, if only for something to pass the time which crawled so slowly.