“The drink is free,” he sneered. The bartender quickly turned away to serve someone else. Is this a joke? You look into the mug, to be greeted by a froth-topped beverage. At least the inside looked clean… And it is free, after all. You shrug, and take a swig. It tastes fine, but the smell is a bit off-putting. Suddenly, you don’t feel quite right. Your fingers, grasped around the algae-encrusted wood, begin to burn, and you flinch, tossing the thing over the bar to hit the ground. The clattering spill caught the attention of the barkeep, and he turns to you, eyes wide.
“Wow, you actually did it. You really drank from it, didn’t you!” He laughed, his gut bouncing. “You poor fool! You drank from a cursed mug!”
You just stare. The bartender reaches down and slams the tankard onto the bar, with the bottom facing you. “Thank Captain Krimm for your new tankard. You’ll never get rid of it!” On the bottom is Captain Krimm’s cursed dubloon. “No matter what you do, the mug returns to you!”
”…That’s it?”
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