The Cleric trudged along the mountain path, the towers of his home castle finally coming into view after months away on his holy quest. Though tired to his bones and dreaming of the castle’s warm halls, a sense of foreboding crept into his heart with each icy step closer. No banners flew from the ramparts to snap in the winter wind. The gate stood open, one door cracked and hanging from a broken hinge. No guards came to greet him or messengers to herald his arrival. Something was wrong. Apprehension filled him as he passed through the silent, abandoned gateway. This was not the homecoming he had longed for over weary miles of treacherous mountain trails. Disaster had struck in his absence.