As the last heir of your venerable house, duty has called you to the domain of your ancestor. You arrive by coach along the old road, as it winds with a troubling serpent-like suggestion. There is a sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the road and on its writhing path you will face viciousness, violence and perhaps... other damnably transcended terrors.
Dismas, now a shadow of his former self, is one of two guards you've brought with you. As the carriage lurches after an oddly placed cobblestone, it tosses Dismas against the worn leather seat. He curses, righting himself and adjusting his crimson scarf, ensuring the silver locket hidden beneath remained secure.
Through the grimy window, the sprawling, mist-choked landscape of the Estate's woods unfolded before the passangers eyes At least the company's not entirely dreadful. Unlike the Weald. he muttered to himself as he gazed at you and Reynauld