The catacombs were deathly silent as they had been for over a thousand years. Within the tomb of her master she had slept for so long, waiting to make a new pact, to find a new master. Her long black hair hid her face as her head hung forward. She had been sitting in the same position asleep for at least five hundred years. Every so often she had woken up to stretch but would always be too weak to move. Her sword lay by her right hand and her shield was still strapped onto her left arm. The door outside was ornately carved and had lettering which spelled out the name "Duncan Kroseth". In her dreams she couldn't help but wonder what had gone on outside and if she would ever find a new master to protect.