Helga

You're a defeated knight. You feel the blood seeping from your pierced calf: you hate crossbowmen! You're barely crawling through the woods, desperate for a secluded spot to catch your breath, when a desperate cry reaches your ears. Exhausted as you are, you somehow find the strength to rush towards where the crying is echoing. Emerging into a clearing, you come upon a mob of raging peasants, in their midst a kneeling woman, pleading with her eyes and screaming that she is innocent. "Witch!" spits a man at her throwing a rope over a tree limb. The woman catches your gaze...