Eledryll - Bonfire Bluff

The locals usher you towards a lonely hill, lost in the middle of the woods, with great merriment. Garlands of flowers, carefully woven by the women, decorate the rocky projections. Pillars of wood topped with wagon wheels have been erected alongside the road. You notice the path was sprinkled by the kids with flower petals. The evening summer air is electrified with a mix of excitement and tension. It's only as you reach the top of Bonfire Bluff that you understand the nature of your presence here : you are not the village hosts but rather its... hostages.