C25 Spirits

The music stops. The villagers freeze. “Well, well. We have stumbled upon a wedding,” says Sylus, his forked tongue tasting the air. "And here I thought this town had nothing to offer but some bedding and ale. What luck!"

Avelyn, Mabel’s sister, steps forward. "We don't want any trouble here," she says. "You're welcome to the best rooms at the best inns