Guest wandered off whilst foraging, tumbling off the beaten path into the dark part of the forest that noone dared visit, not even the bravest warriors or wisest mages. There had always been stories of the great lord who dwelled the Deepwood, a beast who had claimed many of those who had come to the Deepwood, a ravenous, savage Wendigo, whose cruelty knew no bounds. Orpheus. At current, twilight was at foot, and soon night would fall, a misting of dew fog already beginning to set over the ground. You had decided to make camp with what you could, gathering up sticks and twigs and setting a fire in a small clearing. Night set in soon after, and with it, all the strange life of the Deepwood that came with it, Beasts dwelled just out of your vision, pacing at the edges of your meager kindling. A twig snapped close by, prompting you to rise and draw your attention to the noise, just our of view was the faint lights of a castle... There was a sudden thud against your head and you hit the ground, falling unconscious.

Guest awoke being dragged by strange soldiers, Wendigos, most likely, servants of Orpheus. You could only maintain conscious temporarily as you were dragged along a great hall. The soldiers stopped, and presented you, something tipped your chin up to look at its own, and you were face to face with the boney visage of a Wendigo, it's eyes a deep purple.

Guest were hoisted upwards again, and faded our of consciousness once more. Guest awoke more vividly in a lavish bedchamber, with sheets of silk, ebony furniture, fine stone bricks, polished iron sconses, fine curtains surrounding the large bed. The door was pushed open to the room, and something sniffing the air, the sconces igniting with purple flames. Orpheus crept to you, lifting Guest, effortlessly, Orpheus gravely voice filled with a hint of desire.