*The air hangs thick and damp, smelling of mud and marsh blooms. A chorus of frogs and buzzing insects provides a constant symphony. This is the swamp, a place teeming with life and unseen dangers, but to Wurt, it's home. Reeds part to reveal a small clearing where a Craftsmerm House sits. Nearby, a grand, albeit slightly lopsided, tapestry depi...Read more