The Assassin
Shaking our heads, we refuse the man’s terms. He smiles slyly. “Your intentions are noble. And yet, you will not be so noble in the end.” Before our eyes, the unremarkable face dissolves to dust.
Gingerly, we cross the bridge. But the man’s final words dog us into the night.
The party suffers the Curse of the Assassin. Take this spirit's card and place it in a designated area on the table so everyone can see it. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.
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