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Stepping out of the maze, a veil of silvery fog stretches as far as you can see. Between the strands of fog, rows of enormous pumpkins sit amongst the vines. Some are carved while others are untouched, some nicked and scratched, while others pristine and perfect. Small lights float amongst them - fireflies, seemingly more interested in some rather then others.
Among the shadows, figures move about attending to the patch. These are the Harvest Hands, a collection of scarecrows entrusted with keeping the ground in order, and helping you in your journey.
"Oy! Visitors! Everyone wake up! Places, places!"
Right at your feet is a glowing Jack-O-Lantern, grinning up at you. "Welcome welcome! This here is the pumpkin patch. Another fun event organized by our lovely mistresses. The rules here are simple. You must select one of the very fine pumpkins that you see to take with you. But you can only take one. So explore to your hearts content! Talk to them, find the one that best speaks to you!"
"Hey! Don't forget about the lanterns!" Another pumpkin yells out.
"Oh right right. I forget you mortals can't see in the dark. There are lanterns at the beginning of the patch, feel free to pick one up to aid in your search."
"Harvest Hands!"
"I am getting to that! Fates, can't you let me do my job without micromanaging me, seed brain." A sniff, "Anyway, there are some very helpful fellows wandering about and can answer questions, solve riddles or even sing a little diddy! Don't be afraid of them. Though, if they get a little clingy, it is just because they are lonely."
Having said their piece, the pumpkin gives a stationary nod. "Good luck! Enjoy your time here!" It then goes quiet as if it never had spoken in the first place./div]