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The Korinthan Master Thieves often employ this extremely potent acid in their nighttime activities.

Beware, beware, the hidden snare.

Where the shadows linger, and fiends do fare.

Go on, run, hide and pray.

For the elder crow feasts,

on our souls' decay.

On one of the adventurers' many journeys through the lands, they one day enter a very strange village surrounded by a palisade. Therein all villagers seem to be sleeping, their hair long and flowing and their nails ever growing. Snow has settled on the land and the few found outdoors are covered in a thin layer of powdery white snow. Nothing can be done to awaken these mysterious sleepers and there seems to be no escaping this village either.

Then the night falls...