A week had passed since the destruction of Ghaunadaur's altar.
Renato sat at the bar in the Breath of Tonnigat, his elbows resting on the brand-new stone counter.
His gaze passed over the empty liquor shelves and settled on an unrepaired crack in the wall.
The Giant Ooze from before had probably smashed it into the wall. Renato still had no idea how Ghaunadaur's followers on the first floor had summoned such an enormous Aberration in so little space.
The memory drew Renato back to the battle.
The Chosen One named Dayette had been fairly formidable. She had considerable strength and speed, and Ghaunadaur's blessing empowered her body, allowing her to slaughter Drow mercenaries through volleys of arrows and divine spells.
Unfortunately for her, she lacked the combat skills to match, and the scythe's unwieldy shape only magnified that weakness.
After Renato killed her, the writhing ooze at the center of the ritual stopped moving and swiftly dissolved into a puddle of thick pus at the bottom of the cauldron.
Renato saw no value in that cauldron of foul-smelling filth, but Tristana insisted on taking it away as an offering to the Goddess at her coming-of-age ceremony.
He did not know why Lolth would like a cauldron of stinking water, but Renato was certain Dakoul would be utterly unmoved by such an offering.
There had been little loot worth taking from Mud Swamp's outpost.
Dayette's enormous scythe and armor had come from a deity's blessing. Once the Chosen One herself died, they too became mundane objects, covered in rust.
As for the dried mushrooms and pickled bugs stored in the ground-floor warehouse, Renato took one look and left.
More than their value, he resented the space they would take up in his Space Ring. How many silver coins could a