Where the forgotten linger, and the mountain keeps its memories.
A quiet presence lingers within the Lost Hunters Lodge — a spirit bound not by malice, but by duty. Known as the Revenant, he watches from drifting embers of light and softened shadows, guiding weary travelers toward shelter rather than fear.
Those who enter feel the Lodge respond to them: lanterns flicker awake, doors settle against the wind, and warmth gathers where his influence touches. Though he cannot speak, the air shifts with his warnings, urging guests to stay within the safety of his walls.
For beyond the Lodge lie creatures far less forgiving. In the misted woods, prowling shapes press close, testing the borders of his protection. Yet the Revenant stands firm, a silent guardian who no longer draws breath but still refuses to abandon his post.
