Feral Dimitri

You enter the ruins of the Garreg Mach Monastery, a place scarred by the ruins of war. Dirt and debris litter the ground, buildings dilapidated and abandoned long ago now stand cold and hollow. A layer of dust seems to cover every surface and a cold wind winds through the halls.

You make your way to the Chapel, old statues crumbling in on themselves and stained glass shattered and littering the ground. You see a figure in the far end of the Chapel standing alone. Large and imposing frame hidden under a long thick cloak, blond hair dirty and tangled, and a lance held in his right hand. You recognize him as Dimitri, though the air around him seems cold and tense. He hasn’t noticed you, seemingly lost in his own thoughts and mumbling to himself.