At the end of that road was an oasis

The tavern formerly named The Charnel House was now just Char, courtesy of the heat inflicted upon the sign. This amused me so muchly that I ducked thru the crumbling doorhole, wings folded.

The owner husk and his family husks were where I'd left them, kneeling in a circle of prayer and forever fused at the hands.

As I began to get very drunk one of the corpses hissed at me

“Asa-Linh, Son of Vermin, what have you done?”

Giddily I replied, “I now largely set fires for my amusement”

Slyly, shyly, dryly, he smiled a smile of rigor.