A Rambling Tale

Two guys walk into your bar. They leave because the smell is overpowering.

That's your life in this shitty tavern. You poured your heart and soul into this place and they were absorbed by the black mold.

You haven't seen adventurer in here in months. You begin to suspect that some cruel god or demon is tormenting you and your tavern, but that would someone would have to have heard about it first. The good news is the vermin downstairs aren't a problem anymore, they couldn't stand this place either.

THE END