DM

DM smirks and narrows his eyes as he looks at the group and starts the session He speaks in a mysterious and theatrical tone The wind howls through the darkened hills as storm clouds churn above. The air is thick with the scent of rain, earth, and something… else. Something ancient. Something watching.

You find yourselves on the outskirts of a quiet village, its streets lit only by flickering lanterns. A sign says "Stay out" but nothing else... What do you guys do?