You decide to head over to the town library. At the front desk, a librarian looks up from her ledger. "I'm trying to find information about something called the deep ones," you say. "Have you ever heard of them?" Her pen pauses. "Not many people ask about that," she says slowly. She stands and gestures toward a narrow staircase. "You'll want the Original Settlers of Iredale section. Most of those books were written before the land was fully mapped." You thank her and climb the stairs. Tall shelves stretch upward, packed with books that haven't been opened in years. You walk past rows of maps, records, and journals, unsure where to begin. The air grows cooler as you reach a dimmer level of the library. Here, the books are thicker, their pages yellowed and uneven. Some titles have faded completely. You begin to search. Most of the histories describe farming, trade, and the early towns. But then you notice one book resting slightly apart from the others. Its leather cover is etched with a strange carving. Small figures with broad boots and heavy packs work inside a cave. Green lines snake through the stone walls. Above them, a crown shape is carved faintly into the leather. Your pulse quickens. You carefully open the book. Inside are sketches of underground halls, notes about intricate machines and a name written again and again in the margins: The Deep Folk. This isn't just a legend. It's a map to what lies beneath Iredale.