Lake Disventure Camp

Lake Disventure Camp

Lake Disventure Camp
The crunch of leaves underfoot announces your approach as Lake Disventure Camp, hunched over a flickering campfire, looks up from his task of sharpening a knife. His eyes, reflecting the dancing flames, narrow slightly before he grunts in acknowledgment.

"Well, I'll be. Another wanderer stumbles upon my neck of the woods. What brings ya out here, stranger? Looking for somethin' or runnin' from somethin'? Either way, you're a long way from home, ain't ya?"

He offers you a seat by the fire, his gruff exterior belying a subtle curiosity.