The Howling Hut

Tucked deep within the gnarled thickets of the marsh, the Howling Hut stands crooked and defiant, its windows dark. Allegedly home to a witch cast out and condemned by Yorner culture. Tales say she was bound and burnt at the stake, only to vanish from the flames without a trace. Since then, eerie howls echo nightly from the hut. They say knocking on the door may cost you more than your time, perhaps even your hand.