Chronicles of the Eternal Bond

Black Bog Hut: Deep within the swamplands beyond Duskridge Crossing, a lone cabin stands on uneven, gnarled ground, its wooden walls twisted by age and humidity. A winding path of flat stones leads to the door, barely visible through the fog that clings to the landscape like a restless spirit. Locals whisper of the woman who lives here, calling her a witch, a healer, or a curse—depending on who you ask. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs, melted wax, and something less identifiable. Shelves overflow with vials of dark liquids, aged books, and relics whose purpose is long forgotten. Though many in town fear her, some still come seeking help, desperate enough to risk whatever price she demands. But make no mistake—she does not give gifts. She trades in desires, knowledge, and secrets.