If there is a place
synonymous with unseen danger in Urik, those who
know, will tell you that the Wraith is the place.
Located in one of the Old District’s less-savory
areas at the bottom of several broken stairs lurks
an archway in a disused basement alley. Inside,
firelight flickers at the far end of a tunnel, where
the lost or the curious are incinerated after being
robbed. Their bodies placed in an oven whose
chimneys disappear into the stone ceiling. Seekers
of the Wraith should stop halfway in this passage,
and in the dark, feel for a bas-relief serpent with
bull’s horns. Stone doors open for the invited…
eventually revealing mint scented smoke that covers
candles, cushions, and fragments of faces. Dried
potion fruits may be asked for here. Those who
wear the veil are not knowingly welcomed.