Objective:
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Your wise-cracking steed is speaking your language; it seems the graytop’s potency is assured. Optionally ask Roach why she sounds so manly, before mentioning the effects of this brew. Now you’ve a chance to chat to your horse, you can optionally ask why she always shows up when you whistle; pondering the fact Roach can cross vast oceans when you call, but still get hung up on the tiniest fence. What’s that about? Back to the matter at hand (or in this case, at hoof): Clues must be found, and Roach has it handled.
Roach lets you know she’s spotted some astral hoofprints that even you can’t see.
- Inspect the dead moths by the cottage, and Roach mentions a smell—death.
You both agree to meet for a summing up. Answer as you wish; Roach has this all figured out, if you’ll just listen. The “demon” is definitely an umbra, an immaterial wraith, and one that’s assumed the form of a horse. You ask how Roach can be so sure, and she offers some damning evidence; the umbra is standing over there, watching you both!