You and your familiar heard a rumor that a clue awaits in a cabin at the end of the woods...if you can make it that far. Local legend suggests a figure being spotted in the woods, humanoid in stature but impossibly tall with curling horns. Approaching the looming pines does not bring any comfort, nor does the murder of crows perched on the outskirts of the forest. Normally crows would be a welcoming site, but there is something in their intelligent eyes that throws you off. As you approach the forest the crows caw and circle you, a whirlwind of ebony feathers engulfs you. They then fly off, entering the forest, leaving you dizzy.