You are walking around the Festival area, taking in the sights, with a Plague resident showing you the different events. The two of you are just chatting happily about everything that's going on, that you don't notice you're suddenly on the very outskirts of the Festival and getting awfully close to the Wyrmwound.
You spot an old decaying booth situated extremely close to the lip of the Plaguebringer's Cauldron of....stuff. You point it out to your Plague friend and they stop talking mid-sentence upon realizing where the two of you are. Fear slowly fills their expression as they stare at the booth and their head jerks back and forth to take in the surroundings.
"We need to leave. Now," Your friend bites out and starts to back away from the innocent, if decayed, booth. You shoot them a worried look and before you can even comment on their fright, a purple dragon darts past and slams into your friend.
"Hi there! My name is Wup!" You jerk in surprise on realizing that the Mirror has three heads and one of the extra ones is talking to you, whilst the main head and the other has grabbed your friend and starts dragging them over to the booth. Your friend's expression is one of resign and you wonder how often this happens.
The extra head, Wup, keeps talking, "Welcome to the Scarring Wastelands! I'm sure you're here for the Riot of Rot festivities! This event of here is called Dip in the Wyrmwound and your friend here can tell you that it's tons of fun!"
Your friend scoffs but doesn't say anything, not that they had time to, since you're now right next to the booth and you watch as goggles are shoved on your friends head, treasure is taken, and then kicked into the Wyrmwound.
Now the other two heads are facing you and the main one now speaks, "My name is Zyanya and you've already met Wup. The other one is called Wup. The Plaguebringer has once again opened the Wyrmwound for everyone!"
Once again...?
Zyanya keeps talking, explaining about the event, and you feel a tug. You look down and see the two Wups taking your wallet and tying a rope around your wrist. A pair of goggles are shoved over your head and you are suddenly shoved over the edge of the Wyrmwound.
"Don't worry! The rope is so you can find your way back!" Wup squared calls down after you.
You're starting to get why your friend was afraid of that decaying old booth.