"Dolmenwood? Well, let me tell ye, everything you ever heard about the Wood is true and everything you ever heard is false. Dreams and fairies walk between standing stones and dancing trees, slipping in and out of the mortal world as easily as you or I slip through an open door. It’s right pretty though. Dare I say, beautiful even. All manner of enchantment lingers beneath its boughs. It’ll capture your heart if ye let it. And that sounds as lovely as a song until you realize the Wood’ll never, ever give it back without paying the proper cost.”
—Ogham Tweede, bartender