In the shadow of ancient woods and the withered bones of empire, our unlikely pair of travellers arrives in Wyrmscale Brae—a fishing town hemmed in by rot, ruin, and something that isn’t quite silence. What begins as astop over on the way to the great festival at the Imperial city soon tangles into something darker: vanished acolytes, cryptic warnings, and a bloodied fisherman who bursts into the local tavern screaming about something in the trees. The hearth is warm, but the woods are watching.
