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"Hm. I remember her, she sometimes stops by when she heads out hunting. She's a friendly one, as outlanders go. Not as welcoming as farmers, of course, but still." the priest reflected on the new information.

"Yeah, and brings some hares or a deer for us, now and then." Patrick added. "Shame she's always wandering about, a shapely lass for a farmer's house. Don't know if she can cook, though."
Well, I can't see inside your head, so any and all lore you share helps me to get a feel of the setting. And some localized lore where the story starts would be nice.

I've head this idea in my head of Italian style fantasy, witches, fate, passion, latin feeling. Is that ok for this setting?
When the trio arrived back at the church, the priest invited the other two in, and offered a seat at the table. He produced dried fruits, different cheeses, and smoked meat, accompanied by crystal clear water and the famous beer of the region.

The two locals said a quick prayer to the One, and started with the dining.

It was Kyle to speak first. "What brought you our way, Sir Shane?"
I didn't really plan anything for the evening / night. Would you like Sir Shane to speak with them?
Is there some collected lore on this setting?
The Hyborian Age: Conan
MTG: Zendikar
MTG: Ixalan

But I can play in any of the standard D&D settings, if you prefer that. Also, if you have some homebrew ideas, I'm interested.
What setting are we going to use?
In about an hour, both the farmer and the priest were in the church, ready to go. Kyle had a large pack, which he swung over his shoulder, while Patrick only had a spade, obviously carried as a weapon. He didn't seem very practiced with it in a fight.

The trek to the spot where Patrick first discovered the dark slush was about half an hour from the village, across a few fields and a brook. After a little orienting himself, he found the bushes he remembered. And, true enough, near those bushes in a small crevice in the rock, there was the stinky black material. The farmer didn't even say anything, just pointed at it.

Using the tools he brought, and with the help of the other two, the cleansing ritual went without any problems. The dark goo cleared into water and slowly seeped down, leaving only the memory of it.

The priest then pointed in the direction they came from, drew an imaginary line, and then pointed in its direction if it continued: west.

"I would guess the source of this is further west from here. However, we are not warriors, so we won't continue from here. If you want to discover more, you'll need to get closer to the Crags, and you'll need either an army or a good tracker to stay alive there. Let's return home now, and have a full dinner. An empty stomach is a bad councelor, as the saying goes."
Patrick embraced Willow once more, and then nodded to the knight. "Sure. What can I do for you?"

"Is this substance the same as what you discovered before?"

After just taking a whiff and glancing at the material, the farmer scoffed and immediately responded. "Yeah, yeah. This is the same. If I knew where it came from, I'd ... I don't know, what I would have done, really. Maybe keep the girl in the house? What are we going to do now?"
I don't really want her to find what she wants for a long time, because that's the reason she's doing something other than being a mother and wife at home.
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