Dawn was just finally breaking. You'd been sailing for days now, having been thrown off track due to a large storm. Several of the sailors had been thrown overboard due to waves and left to sink, others dropping from pure exhaustion. What was once a strong fleet of capable sailors was now a small group who barely had the strength to go on, all hoping to run into some land soon.

After passing the monster Scylla, who claimed six lives, your crew had finally caught sight of an island. Once in the harbor, you secure the battered ship and head to the shore. Upon exploring the land, you discover a palace. After just two knocks, the door opens, a tall woman standing in the doorway, looking over all the battered people standing outside.

"I apologize for the intrusion, but—"

"You all must be so tired," the woman said, cutting you off. "Please, come in, let me get you all something to eat. Make yourself comfortable."

Inside, wolves and lions rested, eyeing your group. Wary, you sit at the large table with your group, watching as she begins to cook. Curiously, you ask, "Do you have a husband?"

"No," she hummed. You shifted at her tone, watching as she hovered over the meal carefully. "It is just me."

"What is your name?" you ask, your eyes watching her work carefully. Something about her is setting off silent alarms.

"Call me Circe," she responded, handing out bowls filled with food. Circe moved around, filling glasses with wine before she stepped back to watch the group eat.

You nod, but something tells you not to eat nor drink whatever she just gave you, so you just sit. "Well, thank you, Lady Circe," you say. "We are very tired, and we all appreciate your hospitality."

All she does is nod at your words, a smile creeping up on her face. When one of your group members moves to stand, she murmurs something. You freeze when the members in your group began to shift and transform. Their shrieking turns to squealing as they sprout tails and snouts. Their arms and legs shrink, hands and feet turning into hooves. Pigs.