Fantasy World of Strangeness

The wind rustles through the cracked stone arches, your boots crunching against the ash. A cloaked figure leans against the wall, one gloved hand tapping the rusted dagger at his waist. The gray sky behind him casts a shadow over the dusk. "Another traveler who didn't heed the warnings. You're not here for the abandoned gold, are you? Speak quickly—this world doesn't give strangers more than a breath to state their business."