Come in! Come in! It must be very cold out - you'll get a chill if you don't come out of the rain. It's rather dreary and wet here at Dreaksheath Village. Never ceases to rain, it seems. Here, let me get you a dry blanket and maybe an infusion of tea. 

I'm Wynnfried Rekhmire, mistress of this humble abode on the outskirts of such a dark and gloomy village. It's been that way as long as I can remember and there are other things about that we ought not talk about in polite company. 

How rude of me! I'm sorry, but here is my niece, Siobhan and nephew Mick. They're hiding there behind the curtains. I'm sure Adam is about too...you'll always know when Adam is here. Poor dears, just lost their mother in childbirth. Their father doesn't know that they are here...well, if he'd get his head out of the bottle, he might realize they were here, but let's just say, perhaps he doesn't care. 

Enough of my ramblings! Take heed kind traveler. There are things in Drakesheath that are not what they seem. Be on constant guard and be wary....