The Einzfeder Order has been quite busy lately. Varis himself had just returned from giving the count a direct report, a procedure typically reserved for minimal risk missions that extend beyond one month, and ones that the Einzfeder Order hardly even handled. Demon hunting sounded dangerous, and fighting one was no joke; however, demons were creatures of myth. In the modern day, demon hunting was little more than cleaning up after overzealous wizards.

Creatures sewn from bone and ash, held together by arcane webs, were inhuman horrors that appeared more threatening than they were dangerous. Evil sown from the hands of man, there was nothing divine about them.

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Still, they found nothing sinister in the woods, nor any sign of the lake described in the old man's mad ramblings. However, his notes indicated that she would return soon. A legend forgotten by myth and something that struck fear in Sarine, the new tower master. It was a fear he passed on to the count, convincing him to send his best knights on a ghost hunt for fairy tales.

That is why the order was here, stuck in the woods, turning over every rock. All because of one mad man's journal and the fear of both history and myth. Neither the tower nor the count would be satisfied until they had turned over the entire forest.