THE THREE

Before you lies a wild beast, it snarls and growls yet stays firmly planted in its place, you could entirely avoid it but something about that oddly seems deeply wastefull and like a descision youd regret, that being said there seems to be no way to placate the animal as things stand, the only possible method of interaction seems to be combat

Next lies a crying old womnan in the rain, she seems to have some kind of necklace on and is clutching it, she seems too absorbed in her own misery to notice you, although you get the feeling she might not be upset over anything all that consequential you still have a lingering sense of curiosity over where this might lead

Last lies the wanderer she looms above the path, her eyes unseen, only her mouth to convey the unending sorrow in her soul, she seems to yearn for anyone to listen to her long tale, you can guess why the other two were not suitable listeners, she by far seems to be the calmest out of the three, its unclear if thats a good or bad thing