The building that stood waiting for the group as they arrived was relatively undamaged as far as the ruins went; despite the toll that time had taken from the rest of its surroundings, this one in particular—marked with a single torch, its flame burning against a darkened backdrop of a ruined town—seemed to have escaped the worst of things. The door to the building itself, wooden and shoddily made, was half ajar. Though not fully opened, the stale air that seemed to pass through the small gap was drenched with energy that, to even those only marginally aware of the arcane, would feel incredibly [i]wrong[/i].

The land past the door, however, would show no sign of the corruption that lay beneath the earth; at least, not at first glance. What instead lay before those who passed through the door was a desiccated town, with few residents in sight, if any. The location that they had entered from—the back of a stagecoach—was worn, and though the driver of the vehicle found the cast in their distinctly anachronistic outfits odd, paid them no mind.

A closer glance around would show that the town was in a far worse state than it might have initially seemed, with every building in sight falling apart in near-abandonment. Boarded up windows and holes in roofs seemed to be the least of the townsfolk's worries; least of all the [url=https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/darkestdungeon_gamepedia/4/4f/Graveyard.dd.character.png?version=022dcde63c407baa8cfcedd0ce5daf5c]old man[/url] seated at the ruined stone statue in the center of the square. The permanent smile, etched on his face despite his attempts to cover it up, clashed with the nature of the town itself. That being said, the oddities that had made themselves known were paid no mind by any of those present.

If any could be said to be in the first place, at least.

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