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“There is a ghost?” Lucian knew something was off about the statement but the way the bartender made him just want to say it. After all a Priest of Morr could not hear the potential for undead and just ignore it.
“Oh, uh, its a, uh, joke.” The Bartender gave a half hearted chuckle as he gave Adok another drink of the disgusting mead that he was distributing. If the Dwarf cared about it he did not show it as he downed the alcohol readily.
“Then does it mean he hangs out around the well?” Lucian asked as he raised a brow to the fellow.
“No,” The peasant gave a look of concern as if the words he was about to say did not make much sense to him, “Mason fell into the well about four months back.”
“Did anyone try to get him out of the well?”
“We did…” The peasant admitted as he gave a slight chuckle, “But he just did not want to get out of it. Since the well dried up as he was down there we did not have a reason to kick him out of it.”
Lucian wanted to try and complain that such a thing was unlikely and unreasonable, yet some things within the world never made sense to him, “So he was acting strangely before heading down there?”
“Yes he was, yelling erratically and claiming that the end was near. If you go ask him why he’s down the well he’ll tell you its to avoid demons. I can point out where he is if you want.”
“That would be good, but that does not explain how he is still alive. Even forgetting how awful it must be living down there, how does he get food and water?” Lucian had to question.
“I don’t really know. Rumor is that he’s made himself a little cave with his own hands from the last I’ve heard. His wife throws bottles of wine and bread down whenever she can, end even the beggars will toss their scraps to the deadman if he says something funny.”
“You know.” Lucian turned to see Adok listening with half amusement, “If someone was driven insane and was digging, the sword we’d be looking for could make such mining easy.”
