The Crowside Inn was cursed. It happened during one long sultry summer when a particularly thirsty old mage was served a pint of spoiled ale. Maskell Thridwap was not known for spiteful acts, but he was tired. A band of exiled Sheritan raiders had tested and exhausted him on the Deepwell Road, depleting him of energy and humour, that only a pint of the …
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