That's So Raven

The healing didn't take.

Roz was burning again. Dorrin too. Lessie sat with them through the morning, hands on their foreheads, and felt the magic slide off — like trying to seal water in cupped hands. Something underneath was eating it.

Outside, AC's necklace was burning him. Lessie watched him sleep and listened to it sizzle. Smelled the brimstone rolling off it like steam.

Ubys dreamed his way to the Lady herself, and woke with a mission he hasn't told anyone about.

Dhuxtyn dreamed of a dagger — Bloodtooth, Bloodtooth — even when he wasn't asleep.

Then the wall came off Talon's room.

Nine feet of black fur and red eyes and a bull's head, a Baphometian minotaur summoned with a single task — find the egg — and willing to take the Toke Inn apart wall by wall to do it. Talon cowering in the corner. The thing screaming in Barozod.

You hit it from every direction. Dhuxtyn from the rafters with his pan flute. AC's sigil burning into its hide. Lessie grew claws and shredded it. KeYs cursed it in Elvish and threw it out the wall — and watched, briefly delighted, as it caught itself on the cliffside and climbed right back in. Lessie's Shepherd's Crook took its head off.

Its body dropped a Barozod-marked great axe. AC took it.

Talon handed over a letter from under his bed — also Barozod. Ubys read it, briefly went insane, and came back with a name: the Heiress of Orcus, running a black-market auction in a manor not far from here. Former Zariel cultists, turned rogue and darker. Talon was paid to keep the egg safe until they came to claim it.

You decide: we're going to that auction.

Roz is still burning. So is Dorrin. The healing still won't hold.

Next session: zombies on the road, and three strangers who have business with you.