Ryn looked at the man intently...
"Wolves are trouble, but what felled our companion was pure evil itself. On our way into town, we were stopped by two small children who claimed their sibling was left alone with a monster. Those children turned out to be ghosts, apparitions, or worse and only left when we found and properly buried their bodies. We went back in to try to find the body of the babe that was left alone, but the house fought us. Venturing into the basement we came upon a foul cult that worshiped some sort of large creature that was far to powerful for us to take on. As we tried to leave to let the authorities know, the house itself attacked us. In the short amount of time that we were exploring, the well made house became filled with rot and decay, death itself. A sick putrid smoke filled the house, and the walls themselves moved and breathed as if alive. Doors turned into spinning blades and chants of death filled the air. We thought we had all escaped, but the last in line, was dropped and taken by a swarm of rats. The house sealed itself, and wouldn't allow us to save him. That form of evil couldn't stand, so I razed the building to the ground with fire. The house is no more. We have no idea what sort of place this is, but I do not give in when evil is around." Ryn leans back into his chair, looking at the rough table top, as he contemplates their predicament.
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