From the Rulebook:
There is no book in the fiefdom, not since the ogre-poet came.
For nigh on eight years, the ogre-poet has terrorised the wildfolk of the realm, feasting on their flesh when e’er he finds them. The only safety was found in literature: the ogre-poet would wander off, distracted by the book and forgetting his hunger for the month.
In three days’ time, the sickle moon is set to rise and the ogre-poet will again venture out on his fleshfeast.
You have three days to stop him
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