As Drew and Luke ride up to the gate, intending to head in, a wiry old man runs up to them and scares the piss out of them. He was old, his skin extremely wrinkled, teeth rotting and blacker than asphalt, his hair was straw thin.
Luke and Drew were both not wanting to speak to this old man, fearing if they did, then they would have to endure the stench that would come from his open mouth.
Luke hesitated but spoke before Drew could get a word out.
"What do you want with us old man?"
"I have a warning for you, or anyone who wishes to go beyond these gates."
"Yea, what exactly is it?"Drew demanded.
"Oh, getting a bit forward with me now are ya? Haven't ye boys learned to respect your elders? Well... whatever! The warnin' be: if ye intend on goin in there, ye best be ready to fight off a few monsters, the likes of which you have only been told about in them movies. I ain't talkin' bout no frankenstein, dracula, zombies or mummies. I be talkin of were-creatures. I can't be sayin' any more, but be ye warned. I can give ye' three choices. One, ye go ahead and face one of the monsters. Two, ye' stay here and learn of my true and cursed fate. Three, ye' be goin back and never return here again.