This is all getting to be too much. You were just trying to escape, but now a woman has died. That would've been more trouble than you're prepared for even without some eldritch murder pot showing up. You just want to get out of here and forget the whole incident. But is it your imagination, or is there a faint sound of pottery scraping toward you as you walk away?

You keep walking; it's probably nothing.

You slowly look over your shoulder.           (new)