A run-down tavern at the edge of a vast, ancient forest, where worn tables and flickering candles provide the only light in the smoke-filled room. A heavy-set barkeep cleans a chipped mug while watching a cloaked figure at a corner table. The figure studies a faded map, its edges stained and torn. Outside, rain beats against the shutters, and the sound of distant, echoing howls filters through the walls. The figure looks up, revealing the glint of a medallion beneath their cloak, and the barkeep stiffens, as if suddenly aware of something lurking in the shadows beyond the door.<lora:MysticFantasy>