You followed Tasha Lupina to her home. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t the charming, rustic cabin on the edge of a small pond in a forest clearing. The chimney had a thin trickle of smoke coming from it that seemed very welcoming on that chilly evening. Tasha invited you inside and prepared a simple dinner of stew and bread and hot mugs of tea.

Despite your earlier trepidation, you quickly come to like her.

Tasha Lupina’s pond-side cabin at dawn.