The sky is as pitch black as any other night in the dreary land of Alarion - except for, of course, the shining crimson light of the eternal blood moon overhead. As your horse trots down the path, a dark castle comes into view; tonight, you seek an audience at the court of Roufort. Before you can go any further, however, something dark lands nearby. Your horse rears and knocks you from the saddle, sending you tumbling to the dark gravel below. "Oops." A voice says, not sounding very apolog...