At the same time, stories about the Night Wanderers began circulating in the taverns across the territories.
The roads of the Empire are always plagued by the dead. Either awakened from slumber by the desecrating whispers of the undead mage or buried in places soaked with dark magic, these undead march endlessly, using every unfortunate soul they pass to grow their ranks. Whether the movement of such corpses serves a purpose or not, they often become the center of folklore. Many terrified tavern goers gather around the fire, listening to tales of wild hunts, ghostly legions, and corpse carts coming to claim the careless.
Among these stories, one is particularly famous. If you wander between the Gray Mountain Range and the Black Pine Forest, always listen for the creaking sound of wheels and bells. Do not wait to ask the carriage for a ride. Quickly hide. Cover your ears. Whatever you do, do not go in the direction the bells guide. That is the Night Wanderers calling you.
