Sins of the Wild

Description

You know what Feralings are, don’t you? They were Halflings once. They fought against the Withered, swore to hunt the horrors in the dark. But the hunt? It always hunts back. The madness of the Withered took them, hollowed them out. Stole their names, their minds – until nothing was left but hunger and rage.

The Mad Moor is their home, their hunting ground, their grave. They don’t stray from it. Not like this. Not ever. What we’re dealing with here – this isn’t normal.

I’m glad you’ve come. We’ve been trying to cull their numbers before they settle. Before they decide to stay. But we need fresh bodies.

Show me my coin isn’t being misspent. Hunt down fifteen of them. Cut them down before they put roots in our woods.