Publisher's blurb:
As the party walks along the old road from this town to that city, a small church is seen a few hundred feet to the south. As the sun seems to be sinking for the day, and the smell of rain hangs heavy in the air, the old church looks rather inviting. A few tombstones dot the front of the shack and one may glimpse a garden behind. A light shines from under the door and smoke bellows from the chimney. Atop the building, a weathervane creaks as the wind blows it about. It is this weathervane that gives away the purpose of the shack, for it is in the shape of the holy symbol of a local agriculture god worshiped by the farmers of this land. As the rain begins to fall, the door opens and a figure steps out. It waves its hand and, even at this distance, it is obvious it is beckoning the party inside.