DUNGEON MASTER: The party is standing in the dismal town of Morast, and hired the services of a young man named Bratzig.
DUNGEON MASTER: It is about 4:30 in the afternoon. Sunset this time of year comes at about 6.
JOHAN D’ALMENTA / MESODIAS: “Good sir as our first port of call could you show us to the bone yard. We would like to inspect it, the unfortunate place where the incident occurred,” asks Johan.
DUNGEON MASTER: “The—-ah, yes, fine sirs, straightaway,” replies the man after a few startled blinks. “Ah, right this way then, I’ve got just the craft for you folk to go piddlin’ about the marsh in.”