The Deadwoman, The Witch and The Horse walk into a bar...
Well, a tavern to be proper. The tavern ensconced by moss-dripping oaks, perched on the swampy marsh, and caressed by the balmy winds.
Year after year, on All Saints' Day The Deadwoman wakes up from her deathly slumber to join her friends at the tavern. She ain't the only one. Comers and goers from all walks of life wind up here, on the bayou.
But to-night, she's got an ambitious undertaking — to find a ring for her fiancée! Oh, her girl sure deserves the world! The ragtag visitors of this fine establishment might just be able to give The Deadwoman a few hints as to where to look for the ring.
She's gotta choose the path wisely and keep her eyes open for the tavern ain't a place for tenderfoots. Will the shady alligator lodgers grab her attention? Will the weeping young man catch her eye? Come what may, the night is young and full of adventure.