A hooded priestess with big roach horns carries a strange metal ring as she pushes through the doorway of the Manor’s Red Church. She crosses her arms upfront with a self-confident expression and gave out a prophetic bow towards a participant before speaking in a scottish accent.

“Salutations, they ca' me priestess fiona, bit ye' kin call me th' messenger o' yog-sothoth. Ah have come here tae hear yer reports aboot lakeside village in this sinful manor.”