Deep in the seldom trafficked mountain vales and sheer canyons is a small town, friendly enough to outsiders, but whose denizens make it clear that any traveler should clear out by nightfall or remain inside the inn.
Only Wraithvine can get to the bottom of this, though it might be better to work alone on this one… -- Anon Guest
Wraithvine arrived in the little town close to sunset and was confused by the sight of people hurrying to their homes and businesses rushing to close up. Then one of the staff at the Inn literally dragged him in with a shepherd's crook.
"Stay in, stay in," urged the child. "Them out after dark are found dead."
The innkeeper was urgently closing the shutters. Her husband was lighting every lamp in the chamber with a desperation to be quicker than he could manage.
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