TW: body horror

An inn, named the Edge of Nowhere, at the fork in the Road to Nowhere, has sent missives to great adventuring leagues across the Gi'Gabi Coast asking for help. They complain of wailing coming out of the bitter woods surrounding the inn and travelers disappearing along the path. The inn-keeper makes a meager living, but is willing to offer free lodging for life for any adventurers capable bringing safety to the roads and peace to the patrons.

Some whisper they've seen the travelers in the woods bound together in grotesque stitching yet is so graceful in movement that one could almost mistake the monstrosity for a band of merrymakers dancers.