Potmaker’s Den

In the heart of the swampy marshes, where the air is thick with fog and the ground is treacherous, stands a weathered stone hut, isolated from the rest of the world. The hut is surrounded by a grim sight… scrags. The hermit is a pothead and eccentric old man who shuns society and spends his days muttering to himself, brewing odd concoctions in a crooked pot. Many locals believe he is touched by the dark forces of the marsh, having once been a scholar of the occult who became too absorbed in his studies. Some say the scrags are his creations, bound to guard him from those who would seek to disturb his reclusive life.