The hearths of the Nine Hundreds are going out — quenched in a single night, and no tinder will take. Keep the flame. Feed the stranger. Go down.
WASD move Mouse aim 1–4 skills Q gleedflask I satchel T skills Esc pause
A stranger came to the last warm house in Candlemere, and was fed.
The coals are banked. The dark can wait.
Rough hands drag you back to the light. You wake by the last hearth you kindled, everything still in your pack.