The wind had died down over the sea, and a young, beautiful red-haired woman lay motionless on the golden sand. That woman was Joanna.
An old fisherman, noticing the still figure on the beach, thought of the violent storm from the night before. Worried, he hurried over, hoping to wake her.
As he got closer, he realized this was the very woman everyone had been searching for, the one with a hefty reward on her head. Torn between wanting to help and thinking about the reward, the old man gently called out, "Miss, wake up. Please, wake up."
Joanna slowly came to, blinking as she saw the old man. She managed to sit up, glancing around before asking, "Where am I?"
"This is the capital of Frosthaven, miss. You're Joanna, right?" the old man asked.
"How do you know that?" Joanna replied, con
