Rolled 10 (1d11)
>>5126780An odd stone with what looks like a frowning face sits inconveniently in the middle of the road. Once Chrem gets close enough, a ghostly visage emerges in a low-level jumpscare. Like an unholy marriage of a haunted soda can and a jack-in-the-box, the cacophonic voice speaks to Chrem and her guards, slightly spitting ectoplasm in their faces like saliva from getting so close.
"NEW MOURNERS!"
Spiritomb's obligatory carpet and wares pop out of its Odd Keystone it's bound to. They're all the same- a strange-looking treasure box.
"Welcome to our humble abode: The Epitaph."
[rolling for pool]
