1)
“There is no god but Onklur!” thundered the wild-eyed holy man, “and I am his prophet!”
The innkeeper fell on his knees in reverence—then tripped the priest into a wild toppling fall. The innkeeper’s wife expertly brained the fallen man with a skillet.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 11, 2018
2)
“You’ve GOT to pay Aundimran, and get that curse lifted!” she told her husband, taking hold of the priest’s feet to start dragging him away. “The cellar’s full—and starting to smell! We’ll have to shut the inn, soon!”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 11, 2018
3)
The innkeeper shrugged. “So shut it. Then we can run the sausage-grinder as long we please, until all the bodies are gone. Wagonloads of sausages, and no more smarming to guests; think of it! Useful things, curses.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 11, 2018