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==Not Yet Safe== | ==Not Yet Safe== | ||
Your fingers close around the bottle, and the temperature in the room drops hard enough to fog your breath. A shape gathers in the dark between the racks, hunched, an apron still tied at the waist after all these years, hands raised not in threat but in something closer to grief. | Your fingers close around the bottle, and the temperature in the room drops hard enough to fog your breath. | ||
A shape gathers in the dark between the racks, hunched, an apron still tied at the waist after all these years, hands raised not in threat but in something closer to grief. | |||
"Not yet," the voice says, thin as a draft under a door. "It isn't safe yet. I promised him. I promised." | "Not yet," the voice says, thin as a draft under a door. "It isn't safe yet. I promised him. I promised." | ||
He doesn't seem to see you so much as see through you, to whoever he's been guarding this cellar against for longer than anyone living remembers. | He doesn't seem to see you so much as see through you, to whoever he's been guarding this cellar against for longer than anyone living remembers. | ||
Roll on [[Cellarkeeper's Ghost]]'s Reaction to see whether this ends in a fight or a conversation. However it goes, once he's dealt with, '''Girok's Own Blend''' is yours to carry back up into the light. | |||
Roll on '''[[Cellarkeeper's Ghost]]''''s Reaction to see whether this ends in a fight or a conversation. However it goes, once he's dealt with, '''Girok's Own Blend''' is yours to carry back up into the light. | |||
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| Dicey Dangers, The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | Game by Joel Hills |
Not Yet Safe
Your fingers close around the bottle, and the temperature in the room drops hard enough to fog your breath.
A shape gathers in the dark between the racks, hunched, an apron still tied at the waist after all these years, hands raised not in threat but in something closer to grief. "Not yet," the voice says, thin as a draft under a door. "It isn't safe yet. I promised him. I promised." He doesn't seem to see you so much as see through you, to whoever he's been guarding this cellar against for longer than anyone living remembers.
Roll on Cellarkeeper's Ghost's Reaction to see whether this ends in a fight or a conversation. However it goes, once he's dealt with, Girok's Own Blend is yours to carry back up into the light.
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