Crossbeams have been anchored to the poles, and from two poles dangle the bloody and beaten bodies of two men. A raven settles on the head of one of the still bodies, a faint call for help echoing from the other man. Standing at the center of the crossroads is a road-worn traveler, who keeps the brim of his hat down to protect from the glaring sun. As the group nears, he fondles a set of ebony dice in his hand. With a smirk, he points to the open pole and bids the lead character, "care to try your luck?"
A sorcerer with evil intentions or just a murderer waiting for another fool?
At a crossroads, the characters come across a trio of thick poles set into the ground, just outside the overlapping roads.