The Priest-Inspector came out of the crossroads tavern, his sword unsheathed and stained with blood. “Burn it! Burn it all. The dread fever that claimed the village of Rem is in there. We cannot let it spread.”
The soldiers started stacking bundles of straw against the side of the build, ducking back as things were case at them from the window. A crossbowman shot down someone trying to escape, but mostly those inside seemed happy to try and drink themselves to death before the flames could consume them.
“I only pray we acted in time,” said the Priest-Inspector as the tavern burned.
Hellish Feaver
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