The wind whispers in the trees. You are lost in the forest. Something is watching you. An owl hoots somewhere in the forest. Suddenly, you stumble into a moonlit meadow. You see an old house in the clearing. Yellow light pours from open windows. A large person with at least three arms is waving at you. He calls...Welcome to the Awfuldark Forest!


Go to the Inn
Run Away



innkeeper


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