Journal entry Edit
- Some devilry's taken hold of our fields, something neither spirit nor phantom. Wil swears on his mother's grave its' like to be Jenny o' the Woods. Whether it is or it ain't, be careful and don't go into 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.