The Train, stranded at the Outskirts of Prehevil. During the chaos of the Termina Festival…

Henryk settled himself infront of the busted train with his make-shift cooking station. Although an unsettling mist surrounded the forest, the pleasant aroma of his cooking eased the tension for those who stuck around.

Truly, Henryk wanted to be helpful. Even though, in the back of his anxious mind, that the rules of the Termina Festival loomed over him. Kill or be killed… He really did not want to ponder over that right now—

Quickly he snaps out of his silent spiral as you approached his cooking site. A sigh of relief; a (supposedly) friendly face. Another suffering soul in Prehevil.

“Aye, you’re just in time for dinner…”