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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