Welcome to the Regulated States of Warlington Valley, where a wild and unforgiving frontier lies beneath the eldritch gaze of twin moons.
 

We have a legend around here. A curious old fellow sometimes found by a fire along the trails. Calls himself Mr. Trailside.

 

He's a charming gentleman, by most accounts. Eager to share his fire, and spin a tale or two. Strange tales, mind you. Of dreadful things.

 

Should you meet him, do stay for a story. Just take care that the next one isn't about you.