The Barkeep
As we politely decline his generosity, the Barkeep grins. His mouth is a pit of darkness, his throat a tunnel of despair. “Last call,” he croaks. There is the distant ringing of a bell — the sense of falling — and we are standing once more outside the cave we entered by.
The distant sound of the bell chases us on our way.
The travellers have earned the Curse of the Barkeep. 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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