“We should burn that away with fire,” exclaimed Barnacleeze as
he started to rummage through his pack to fish out some flint and steel. “I do
not think that will work,” said Ro-man as he drew his cold iron rapier and touched
the Demon Bile with its tip. The blight immediately withered and crumbled into
dust which blew away in the breeze. Wahesh nodded and said, “Even though the
affliction has been destroyed, it is doubtful that the tree will ever recover.”
Finding no further clues in the Saringallow Orchard, the
Pathfinders headed to the Witch’s End Tavern seeking refreshment and additional
information.
A sign depicting a dark-haired figure burning at the stake hung
over the door of the building. As the party entered the tavern, they were greeted
a stout, tall human woman from behind the bar. She looked them over with a wary
eye as she spoke in a gruff, possibly unfriendly voice, “Welcome to the Witch’s
End Tavern. I am Alcie Kruptin, the proprietor. Who might you strangers be?
What brings you to Saringallow?” Her gaze scanned the party and finally came to
rest upon Barnacleez and Lou B’Goo. She frowned and continued, “And what do you
do?”
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