From Introduction: The groundskeeper leads you downstairs, past dusty halls and mouldering furniture. “I’d apologise for your meager dinner” says he, “but I’ve more pressing work for ye. The old man is... indisposed towards saving this here vineyard of his. Reckon the life went out of him when his lass died, poor thing. But I still take some pride in this place.” He rambles on. There’s an infection, he claims, at the heart of this vineyard. A horde of goblins, and worse things, he fears. He wants them all gone so he can restore the vineyard. You come to your destination - a loamy hole cut rudely into the cellar wall. The air here is wet, and very still. He ushers you forward, down the slippery path. Against your better judgment you press on, feet slipping on the slimy, broken stones. The groundskeeper does not follow.