The Bard
Plastering on smiles, we encourage the Bard; the king will surely love her song. But as she listens to our praise, the Bard’s expression grows grim — haunted. She speaks softly, her words filling the hollow: “He does me double wrong, that wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.”
The sky grows briefly dark. Then the Bard is gone.
For their false flatteries, the party gains the Curse of the Bard. 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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