<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/lRTOpji.png)</div><br/>Gwendolyn, sharp-eared mistress of an unknown lord, you perceive, almost from a memory, the chinking chain of a dangling lantern.  It sways and rattles.  The sound surrounds you, like a fog, but it emerges from nowhere... until a creature, an old man with jaundiced eyes appears halfway across the bridge.<br/><br/>The man staggers forth, for he is venerable, smiling wickedly.