In the frigid winter night on Skellige, within the confines of an ancient tavern, an air of serene tranquility envelops the patrons. The cold wind whispers through the timbered walls, and the atmosphere is one of peaceful solitude. Suddenly, an eerie chill descends, piercing through the warmth of the hearth. The dogs outside erupt into a cacophony of barks, sensing an otherworldly presence.

The once-calm haven is disrupted as the awareness sets in – the Wild Hunt is near. The patrons exchange wary glances, and you feel a shiver down your spine, knowing that they are no longer hidden. Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, has found you once again. The mere mention of his name sends a chill through the room, and the ambiance shifts from cozy to tense.

The patrons exchange hurried whispers, realizing the gravity of the situation. To escape the impending doom, there is only one choice – leave the tavern swiftly. As you step into the cold night, the urgency to flee intensifies. The Wild Hunt is on the prowl, relentless in its pursuit. Eredin, with his piercing gaze, seeks to capture those who have unwittingly attracted the Hunt's attention.

The chilling wind carries the echoes of distant hoofbeats and the haunting melody of spectral hounds. Every step taken outside the tavern is fraught with the risk of encountering the spectral riders. However, a glimmer of hope remains – Eredin cannot catch you, for that would signify the end. Instead, he might choose to return you to Tir ná Lia.

As you navigate the icy paths, a race against time ensues.