You call out into the darkness, your voice echoing off the ancient walls of the burial mound. The whispers seem to hush for a moment before a new sound reaches your ears - faint footsteps approaching from the shadows. A figure emerges, cloaked in tattered garments and bearing a dim torch. "I am Thrasi," he introduces himself with a wary gaze, "and I seek to lift the curse that binds Hlöthver. Beware, for this place holds many dangers beyond the cursed specter." As you exchange uneasy glances, the air grows colder, signaling an encroaching malevolence.