In any cozy village there’s a corpse. Forgive me, a secret. If we’re honest, not one secret, but a dozen. Even the villagers of Ansulshire hide the druid’s name from their own herbalist. And they say they don’t know where to look for him—but they insist that for 105 years he has been reliably helping them. What exactly— they don’t clarify. I’d be satisfied and calm down right there, I assure you. But the druid showed up himself. With a corpse as well. So what now awaits us… O-la-la!