>>5271334>>5271339>>5271349>>5271407>>5271493>>5271503>Stop by the imperfect shrine.“We’ll stop by, check in.” You jab the undead’s back again. “We don’t need to worry so long as we don’t die, do we?”
“Gah! That stings..!” She whines. “I get it, I get it..”
You lead her along through to the imperfect shrine, plodding through pooling water and clambering onto the feature’s stone surface–even if crumbling beneath your very feet, a dry surface is a welcome relief from the cold blue swamp all about you. You poke the undead forth as your companions trail along behind.
The shrine much resembles that of those prior–a stone, circular room, laden with ash and waxen candles that flicker gently in far cold corners. But this shrine is falling apart, features decaying to the block around you and the roof an open, gaping maw to a black void above. And, unlike those prior, it's largely empty save for one slender figure that sits atop a stone coffin in the center.
“..My. More travelers.” The cloaked one whispers. “I’m afraid I’m fresh out of GRAVE GOODS..”
>Ask if she’s familiar with dolls, and if she might heal the one you have with you.>Ask if she might tell you how broken this shrine is.>Ask who came before you to buy out all the grave goods.>Write-In. 