You find yourself in a graveyard...
How did you get here? You turn in a little circle, trying to find some point of reference; but there isn't one. Weren't you just exploring a run down little church?
Well, now that you're here you might as well look around.
On your left are a row of grave stones sticking from the ground like the teeth of some giant creature. They are pockmarked and in need of repair. Some are even slumped against the soft carpet of clover that coats the entire area.
On your right is nothing but a never ending field of the same clover. Where are you?
A voice drifts to you over the wind. It calls to you, soft and lilting. It's asking you to follow, but you can't quite tell where it's coming from. The north? The east? Wait! Just to the south of the tomb you're hiding behind a flicker of light appears.
A little blue flame floats above the clover, flickering lightly. It seems... harmless? But wil-o'-the-whisps often do before they lead their victims into the heart of a bog, never to be heard from again. The flame flickers again and you hear the same voice calling.
"Hey! Over here! Follow me!"