As you step from the carriage the sound of your feet striking the cobbles echoes down the dark empty street.
“It’s going to be a cursed moon tonight”. The carriage driver claims, and you follow his gaze to the red ringed moon hanging above the rooftops. “Be careful”. He continues.
As if on cue a blood-wrenching howl fills the night. The hairs on the back of your neck rise and the shadows seem to grow longer. You pull up your collar, grab your musket from the carriage and head into the darkness.
You are a seeker. and It’s time to hunt.