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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