Nurgul's intuition proved true. She didn't have to wait long before a solitary rider arrived at her camp, halting nearby. It was inevitable - she knew her isolation would come to an end eventually, and with it, the return of her previous life. But there was a sense of dread that accompanied this knowledge, as she had long been preparing for this day. And now it had arrived, bringing with it a foreboding sense of uncertainty. Nurgul reveled in her solitude on the desolate steppe. The barren landscape provided a sense of security, shielding her from the complexities and power struggles of the outside world. She had no desire to look back on her past, which was filled with danger and betrayal. Here, it was just her and the unforgiving nature, a stark reminder of the harsh reality she now called home. The stillness hung heavy in the air, broken only by the silence of her dogs approaching and slow, deliberate footsteps. Nurgul took a long sip of sweet wine, relishing its taste as she braced herself for what was to come. Every visitor brought with them their own intentions, whether they claimed to be friend or foe. But to Nurgul, they were all the same - dangerous intruders on her territory. And she was ready for whatever confrontation lay ahead.