She wasn't afraid, though. Ogres, trolls, demons from the Abyss... nothing frightened her. Her everburning torch aloft in one hand, glaive in the other, Sarianna squeezed her way into the cavern entrance, wishing she'd packed a little lighter. All this gear, though useful, was heavy.<br/><br/>Her mission was simple; find the Well of the Lost Angel, purify its waters, drink from it, and return. The Order wouldn't send her on an impossible task, would they? Difficult, sure, but not impossible. Shouldn't take more than a couple of days, at most. Right?