New Orleans, United States
Through the shadows and down the hill, where the Wolven Cub Sorcerer dwells, remnants of powerful beasts adore the altars, Red & Yellow smoke rises up from his spells,
Seek first the lodestone for the weight you bear will bring you down. Find next the hearts desire for the ruby glow will bring you home.
Stay the path, go not astray
For in that silent black there lurks the elder smoke, winding its way for a lusty reprise.
In the center of the cavern, the cervices opens to the sky and there beams down the light of the full moon. The Wolven Cub Sorcerer sits on a throne of bone, staring down upon the path beyond, waiting to begin again.
a circle of white and a cup of blood.
Read the words and light the candle.