"You all start on the creaking wooden docks of a small, fog-covered coastal village, the salty sea breeze whipping against your faces as the last boat pulls away. The few villagers you can see are somber and keep their distance, whispering among themselves. Ahead, jagged cliffs loom over the scattered, weather-beaten homes. You’re here because you were hired by an anonymous benefactor who paid double your usual rate and has instructed you to meet at the old crumbling lighthouse ....
"You start in a crowded marketplace, the sound of haggling merchants and clattering carts filling the air. The city is alive with excitement for the annual festival of lights, the perfect place to find what you need ...