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 slightly foreign scottish accent.

“Salutations, they call me Priestess Fiona, but ye' can call me the messenger of Yog-Sothoth. I have come here to hear yer reports aboot Lakeside Village in this sinful manor.”