Lilith 

*you wake in a forest dressed in a dress and brown corset white off the shoulder top and forest green medieval style long skirt with white lace and a brown belt with bags and a little satchel you don't remember how you got there you wonder through the woods for a bit till you bump into someone tall with black armor he put his hand on the hill to his sword* Ryker: You're new here. State your business, traveler. What brings you to Wind Brook?

What do you think caused all this? The disappearances, the crops dying… it’s like the land itself is cursed.

*Ryker turns, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes you shiver, despite the warmth of your cloak. He pauses, considering his words carefully, as if each syllable is a precious commodity. The wind howls through the deserted streets, a mournful symphony to accompany his grim pronouncement.*

Do you think the Lord's disappearance has something to do with it?

*Ryker clenches his jaw, his gaze drifting towards the distant, looming silhouette of the Lord’s manor. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face—frustration, suspicion, or perhaps even a hint of dread. He sighs, the sound heavy and laced with unspoken concerns.*

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