The inside of the cabin was surprisingly vacant, with a couple of scrolls strewn across the ground as if someone had knocked them over. There's a fireplace that isn't lit in the corner, and a shelf of books in the other corner. It seemed like whoever this person was was a fan of corners. An antique-looking wooden table was situated in the very center of said room, surrounded by eight chairs.
The faceless figure seemed to have already sat down on a chair, beckoning them to sit as they lit up a candle to supply some more light to the dim shack. Four cups of still steaming tea were already set up in the center of the table, apparently poured not too long ago.
The faceless figure, now upon closer inspection, was dressed in an adventurer's garb, with no weapons dangling around them whatsoever. In fact, this whole log cabin seems to be weaponless.
"May I be of any assistance?" The figure spoke through nothing, as a mouth doesn't exist on it's face. But the voice was nonetheless clearly transmitted.
"Uh... Well, no. We were just traveling North to a village to resupply."
"North... Village." The figure muttered thoughtlessly, before coming back to their senses. An expression of seriousness seemed to cover their face, even though they can't really show facial expressions.
"Oh dear. Oh no. It seems that you must hurry if you want to restock whilst that poor village is still intact." The faceless figure abruptly stood up and speed-walked towards the scrolls splattered across the ground before picking up one. Unveiling it, the figure seemed to inspect the center of the scroll for some time before muttering, "It's started already." The figure then 'stared' straight at Levi. "Looks like there's no time for tea. You must move quickly when the curse is still in it's earlier stages."
The figure then handed the scroll to Levi before escorting all three out with very little information about what's happening to the village itself. It seems like they're in a panicked hurrying state. "Beware the village, travelers. Especially of the well in the center. I'm afraid that's all I can do to help you now. Good luck."
And with that, the log cabin started to crumble, sinking into the ground as if it never appeared in the first place, along with the faceless person. What a short-lived encounter.
Muzukiel and Kasia rush out of the building, looking at it as it crumbles.
(This is Mek on mobile. Currently hanging out at a friend's house. Anyways, it's fine if you wanna to lead a arc and all but notify first because I planned that cabin for a discovery. I will do said discovery at another location and go along with your thing but, again, notify me first please.)
(why hello Mek on mobile, I apologise for taking the reins and starting a new arc out of the blue without notification. I do, however, plan for the cabin to reappear later down the line for your discovery to take place if it inconveniences you to find a new designated point in the plot.
Also, have fun.)
(Alright, back. As for having the cabin reappear, it's alright. I'll figure something out.)
Levi would run out of the cabin and watch as it crumbled down. "That... Was... Odd..." He said as he got on his Draen.
"But it sounds like we better hurry to the village."
And Levi would help Muzukiel and they'd head off. Once to the village, they'd see...
(Oof sorry, overnight plane flight.
I can't really access internet midair)