Favors

Night's Light
Booze and cheers filled the night and streets of Hamcroft, particularly, the place known as the Pig's Rest. A bar renown throughout the Winter Island, it had the most clients amongst the other estabilishments. Nothing too surprising given its size and structure.

It was rustic, made of wood, not too carved, but not too rough. It didn't crumble under the many feet of both men and women. Closer to the entrance was a large bonfire, much like a blazing rectangle on the ground, surrounded by people dancing and drinking beer.

At the bonfire's four vertices stood four wooden pillars, surrounded with some iron plates so that the fire didn't reach them. Two meters above the actual bonfire was a netted platform, made of ropes, which held several meat pieces that slowly got to the point. However, most notable was the presence of something else atop these pillars.

The body of a person, alive given their slow breathing. They were wet, clothes and skin, possibly, they were slowly regaining conscience. Much to their side, was another figure, though they were dry.