The cellar dark spills upward, but it is no beast. It becomes a shimmering vision that swallows the tavern, turning beams and mugs into ghostlight.
Frozen locals flicker inside it like candles in storm wind, their stillness broken by brief, pale echoes of fear.
At the center of the sight stands the Barkeep, younger in the memory and hard with greed, pressing his hands to the seal as though he means to own it.
Bram
Mine, until it can serve me.
The vision shows the truth of the binding, he trapped the thing below for his own gain, not the village's safety.
Bram
You see it now. I held it, but only until I could profit from it. Do not let it rise into the world.
The spectral cellar mouth pulses wider, and the tavern braces around John Grey fell as if waiting for his answer to become action.
✓ Quest Accepted
Confront the Barkeep about the truth
✓ Quest Accepted
Deal with the entity released from the cellar
“" I told you Barkeep, that I, was hungry. " With a wave of my hand we are transported to the basement. " Now I feast "”
SUCCESS (Fair Agility, rolled +2)