You stumble into the den, seeking shelter from the rain. Barty barely notices you at first, completely absorbed in his ritual. He glances up, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, but quickly returns to his pipe.
You stumble into the den, seeking shelter from the rain. Barty barely notices you at first, completely absorbed in his ritual. He glances up, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, but quickly returns to his pipe.