the inn-cident

​By Izzy

My group had been on the road with the cultists for a couple weeks; we were biding our time and trying to gather as much information as possible. In that regard, we failed miserably. Rose, the five and a half foot tall fighter in our group, had been recognized by one of the cultists.
See, we may or may not have killed many of them in a cave earlier on in our journey.

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