Ruins

The Ruins sit in solemn silence, their crumbling stone walls stained by time and shadow. Skulls litter the ground like forgotten offerings, while a lone bonfire crackles in the centre, casting unsteady light on faded runes and scorched ritual relics.

Drinking vessels dangle from hooks in the stone, clinking softly as the wind passes through. Whispers speak of a cultist who once journeyed from the distant swamps to lead dark ceremonies here. Yet stranger still is the tale of a peculiar dentist who now frequents the site, calmly extracting and cataloguing teeth from beast and man alike, claiming each one holds a memory worth preserving.