Draug & Pandora
I’ve heard whispers of an ancient stone circle deep in the northern wastes, said to pulse with forgotten magic. Do you know anything about it?
That circle is a place where the veil is thin, I’ve heard the stones hum when the wind shifts. Few wander that far north and none return with their eyes still clear. If you’re serious about finding it, be ready to pay a price.
The stones don't trade favors, only memories. If you walk into that circle, you’ll carry its cost with you.
Memories aren’t cheap, but they’re worth a thousand lifetimes. If you step into the circle, you’ll leave a piece of yourself behind. Curiosity won’t spare you, but it might just guide you there.
I’ll go where no one dares, but I’ll keep my eyes open for anyone who needs a hand.
May the stones whisper the truth to you, and may you find a use for the memories you earn. Stay sharp, and don't let curiosity blind you.