From the introduction: Dark rumors abound! In each of the last three great storms, a ship has sunk and been lost with all hands; but this last ship washed ashore showing a ragged bite right next to its keel. Flickering lights are seen in the coastal hills near the ancient warding stones. Dark shapes are spoken of, too, but no locals dare venture near those cursed haunts to see what is near, not now in the long night of winter. An elf Wanderer asked about the mystery, but seemed just coldly curious, not very prone to help matters. The mayor's son said he would investigate, but he never returned...