In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
-- T. S. Eliot, "What the Thunder Said"
While visiting Oargev in the town of New Cyre, Lord Ruken ir'Clarn contacts the Scion Elites. His son, Alben ir' Clarn, sheriff of the hamlet of Mistmarsh, is looking for a hearty group to check on the inhabitants of the small village of Ossington, on the edge of the Faded Forest. While somewhat insular, no one from the village has visited the market in Mistmarsh for at least three months, and he grows concerned. He offers 500 gold to find out what's happened to the village.
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