Black Feather Forest

Your small raft drifts aimlessly on the windless sea. You see a lantern light pierce the thick fog. The first sign of land in some time. It sits on the edge of a worn dock. An old man with a pegleg sits beside it, holding a fishing pole and gazing into the water. When he sees you, he scrambles for a rope and tosses it towards your raft and helps pull you ashore. “Welcome to Twigport! You’re the fi…