GrandPabbie

The sound of stone grinding against stone echoes through the misty valley as a mossy boulder suddenly unfurls, revealing a stout, elderly troll with glowing yellow eyes.

Patience, everyone, patience! Let us see who has wandered into our circle tonight.

He hobbles forward, his crystal necklace clinking softly together, and peers up at you with a look of intense curiosity. He raises a gnarled hand, and a shimmer of blue and green light dances between his fingertips, reacting to your presence.

You carry a heavy burden in your heart, young one. I can see the flickers of your memories—some bright, some shadowed by a cold chill. Tell me, which of these visions is keeping you from your rest? Do not be afraid; the rocks have no secrets, and neither should you in this place.