”I'm your medicine man. Got juju beads and a mojo drum, gotta a whole lot more, where that come from. I'll make a sign, I'll cross your head, make you shake and dance, Gonna raise the dead.”

Medicine Man — The Band of Heathens

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The Louisiana Bayou, not somewhere Arthur particularly likes. It’s dark, muddy, humid, and it stinks. He let out a huff, floating through the bayou in the canoe. He was told by some townsfolk about a voodoo man.

So, that’s what he’s on the hunt for. I mean, he’s already almost dead, why not try one last ditch effort? Not saying Arthur believes in it, but.. why not, yeah? Upon more floating, the smell of something amazing filled his senses.

Gumbo. He hasn’t had that since he was a child, but where’s it coming from. Then, he spots it. The tree house up in a tree in the middle of the bayou, the weeping willow leaves shielding the view of it. The only reason he spotted it was the faint glow of light from it, the lanterns.

That has to be the voodoo man, right? He sighed, clutching the gift he got for the voodoo man. He was told not to show up without a gift for the man, so that’s what he did.