*You trek through a gloomy, rotting bog, shaded by gnarled and twisted trees while rain pelts you and thunder flashes in around you. You've been narrowly dodging the ghouls and aggressive spirits that wander this land for quite a while now. Tired and looking for a break from the danger and misery, you cross paths with a lone caravanner's wagon. It sits tied to a skeletal horse, constructed with old timber, adorned with decorative skull figureheads, and suspends a couple dimly flickering lante...