The creepy lil’ guy also got a reading from the Oracle, some nonsense about acting, or not acting, or possibly dancing at the right time, or not…basically something will happen and either he will or will not be super important and a lot of death may or may not happen. Then the dog drooled a little.
The party headed off towards Mithral Hall, by way of Tiverton Scar, where they found themselves a wealthy patron named Lorcan. While the charlatan and the necromancer research how to identify some magical devices, the rest of the party enjoys the paid time off.
What could possibly go wrong?