The Misfortunates have reunited Alastor Licorice with his missing arm; a golden prosthetic containing a reliquary (the scrimshawed bone of a saint). The retired priest has found the fire in his belly and decided to return to the road as an Inquisitor of Avacyn, even as news that the angel in question has vanished from the skies continues to circulate. Not to be deterred, he swears bloody vengeance on the dark underworld of innistrad, and vows to slay every vampire here in Corsiva. His ultimate goal is to kill every cultist of Liesa for taking the sacred reliquaries he was sworn to guard (the party stole them).
As Anna and her friends sink their teeth into this new pickle, they are left to wonder...have they bitten off more than they can chew?
Butler negotiates passage, Norric has a shared experience, Alaric lets sleeping dogs lie.
