The Scarlet Cascabel

It's about time I visited an old friend of mine. I received a letter from Wendolyn who used to run with Basso and me back in the old days. She's been lying low for the past few years, running a modest operation near the borders of Wychwood. She has reason to believe a famed artifact can be found there, and not just your average, dusty relic. It's a long road through Wychwood. Superstition prevails that the woods are evil, filled with devils and spooks... you know, the usual. But I could use some quiet time in the country for a change, and the deep woods have plenty of shadows for me to feel... at home in.