Within a dense swamp shrouded by twisted cypress trees, a floating wooden platform leads to a crooked hut perched on giant roots. Glowing swamp gas dances among the vines, revealing carved masks that hang from every branch. Inside the hut, shelves brim with potions bottled in jars shaped like snarling beasts. A small door at the back opens to a hidden dock where a rickety canoe awaits, rumored to ferry souls to an otherworldly realm where witches bargain in riddles. , aidmabaldursgate3