"Five hundred coins to clean the latrines?"
Their party member seemed a bit incredulous at Ravyn's news though Caress nodded.
"They are quite... advanced in their..." her nose crinkled in visible distaste, "...state of decay."
"Larry seemed resigned to the news himself," Ravyn commented. "Which matches with what we've seen so far. Things unrepairing themselves. The disease and poison that Caress sensed in the kitchen..."
"Disease and poison which you said did not touch any of the food," Mythram noted directing her attention to Caress.
"Correct," she confirmed. "Nor was he willing to leave the tavern for sort of break or companionship. He spoke of a time when his son was cooking for them."
"I found some more about that," the rogue noted. "Larry's sons left the tavern and encountered... "
'Bad luck?"
"Not so much bad luck as it was that they were no longer blessed. If you've lived your entire life with divine fortune then normal luck feels bad to you. Something protects this place, there's marks here warning thieves away."
"I have to admit that I didn't think to ask about the tavern during my visit to the local chapter of the Order of the Gauntlet.
"How did that go by the way?"
Meeting at Sad Larry's |