Journal entry Edit
- Some devilry's taken hold of our fields, something neither spirit nor phantom. Old Wil swears on his mother's grave it's like to be Jenny o' the Woods. Whether it is or it ain't, be careful and don't go out in the fields alone, and most certainly not without scythe or rake in hand.
- But if you've the courage to drive the foul thing off, you'll receive a handsome reward.