In the rugged, mist-shrouded mountains far from Grafen, a group of mountain barbarians gathered around a large bonfire. The flames flickered and danced, casting long shadows over the scarred and weathered faces of the warriors. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and unwashed bodies, and the low murmur of rough, guttural voices filled the clearing. These were men and women of the mountains, fierce and untamed, living on the fringes of society and surviving through raiding and pillaging.