Looking for a night's rest, the party comes across a small vineyard nestled next to the freshwater river. It becomes immediately obvious that something is afoot. Your hear doors clattering against their frame, caught in the breeze. The stables are empty, and the low stone wall surrounding the housefront is overgrown with vines and crumbling in places. An outdoor dining area is set, but the food on the table is rotted. Most noticeably, the stone oven glows green, candles circle the area, and the stones of the patio are disturbed. They almost seem to form an image...