A Rambling Tale
DOOM COUNTER DROPS ONE
Your journey through Nezhia is exhausting. The air is always just a little too cold and the sun is always just a little too dim. Up ahead, in a copse of dead, gnarled trees you find a small caravan.
Lost travelers that found their shortcut through this land was a deadlier gamble than they'd hoped. Their gaunt faces and weak voices beg you for aid.