We, the humble denizens of Rusalka, write to you with both trepidation and hope.

Ours is a community steeped in the ancient magic of the forest, where harmony between nature and folk has long been our way. Yet, a shadow now festers among us, and we fear the peace of our home hangs by a thread.

Strange occurrences plague our lives. Crops wither overnight despite no blight or drought. Unnatural voices echo in the woods, whispers in languages unknown to even our eldest. Worst of all, children have begun vanishing, only to reappear days later with hollow eyes and memories they cannot speak of.

All signs point to the presence of a witch — a dark-hearted sorcerer who hides among us, intent on tearing apart the fragile balance we hold dear.

May the light of the stars guide you to us,

Elder Bresnev, on behalf of the Council of the Lunathalis