Light give me strength.
I know we are a haven for many wayward souls and questing paladins, and I do not begrudge them their rest. However, I would sometimes prefer if they arrived a little less cursed, because let me tell you, Light, these hands they were not holding, holding The Light. They were strong, though.
We eventually managed to round them up. Rather creepy things, scuttling around on their own. They broke one of the chandeliers in the dining hall, but nothing that Reagnus down the way can’t repair.
Our three guests are currently out in the city, and presumably returning here for the night. Light, grant me understanding, and may they not return with a different set of curses. It is so hard on the furniture and Master Eldenbridge’s nerves.
