>>5402881>>5402906>>5402916>>5402937>>5403006>>5403975>>5404234>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.“Aw, please, my lady?” You plead with the witch. “The poor mossperson has come all this way with the boar in tow. We’d have had to leave the brunt of our quarry to the wild without her. And, rest assured, I will thoroughly scrub each and every step she takes into the chapel with the wirebrush and polish the tub clean with that ANALGESIC SLUG SALT you like–”
“Urgh. Fine. Whatever.” The witch cedes to your request, perhaps too spent to argue. The mountain of a woman tugs the mountain of a boar in through the door frame, the squeeze so tight you hear some planks splinter. “VAN DEN BOS–bring her to the bathroom. And make sure she doesn’t destroy my beautiful chapel on the way there.”
The witch steps up the stoops of the porch, chickens flowing in along past her feet. “I’ll scrape the boar clean of fat and leave the rest to you. I expect a good dinner out of it. Make enough for the mossperson.” Sigrid commands you. “Now that we’ve got the LARD, though, we need to decide our next course of action. We have more freedom to choose what ingredient’s next now that we’ve got the base.”
>The magic residue off a dungeon next.>The supplication to LESHY for his beard hair.>The glass decanter from the wizard city.>Write-In. 