You carry with you a gem that glows. Ever since it has come into your possession, you've had this desire to head into the deep north of the country. Eventually it became too much, so you decided to seek out whatever it was that is constantly tugging on your soul. Riding through the night you get little sleep, as the farther you head, the more anxious you become. As the fog around you thickens and the sun becomes obscured, a grand church appears down the road. Approaching it you can see that there are lights coming through the stained glass windows, and that behind it looms a dark forest.

The carriage drivers pulls up in front of the church gates. Stepping down from the front, he says "Last stop" and opens the door. Stepping out a chill runs down your spine as from your pocket you can feel a warm sensation. It's the gem.