Morrigan's Sanctum
After a warm and sunny weekend, the temperature has dropped sharply. The wind from the ocean is moist and chill, rattling the windows of the weathered but brightly painted two-story beach house at odd intervals.
Occasionally, you catch what you imagine to be a voice in song, a single melodic cord echoing from behind the house, seemingly from the sea.
Having arrived in Quincy recently, you've been directed to Morrigan's sanctum for lodging and an introduction to Quincy.
As everyone arrives, Morrigan greets you from the porch, ushering some into the living room and kitchen and providing everyone fresh chocolate chip cookies, water, and canned beer.
Morrigan "Welcome to my humble abode. I'm waiting for everyone to get here before I dive into my spiel. Feel free to wander around downstairs and outback. If you wind up upstairs and my sheets restrain you, you've been warned. I can answer any questions you may have while everyone arrives."