Nana's Yarns
Now then, dearies, Nana’s got plenty of Yarns to tell. Trouble is, bits of them have gone missing. Give Nana a hand remembering what happened, and we’ll see what sort of Yarn we can spin together. There was this one evening aboard the Terror when Shadowcloak decided he wanted {{food|a disgusting food}} for supper. Now, naturally, nobody aboard knew how to make such a thing properly, so he sent {{person|a kind of person}} down to the galley to figure it out. Before long, the whole ship smelled like {{food}}. I remember the night a {{creature|a kind of creature}} climbed aboard the Terror. Nobody noticed until it started {{activity|something ridiculous to do}} right there on the deck. Shadowcloak was not amused.